67 degrees at midnight. One more hot day forecast.
There were rumbles before I reluctantly got up this dark morning. And a beeping from my neighbor's room.
A very warm 67 degrees at 9:01 am.
Scored chicken fried steak, a loaf of buttermilk bread, one of potato bread, sourdough english muffins. Laxmi took me to the iris gardens at Fort Missoula. I don't think I've ever been there. It's the furthest I've been from home in over a year.
81 pleasant but warm degrees at 2:18.
I'm wilting. It's First Friday and I have NO interest in going out.
84 wilting degrees at 4:55. It's hot in my room. Very hot.
I did go out. Spoke to one artist Tyler Brumfield (mixed media, bottlecaps) and Susan, the owner of Le Petit. Got a hug!
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