Ugh. It's TOO hot. It reached 90 yesterday, which is the hottest on RECORD, because we're on top of a sodding mountain and that's not supposed to happen.
Edith and I are both just flopping around as if our bones are made from fresh pasta; which is ok for her because she's a cat and that's what she always does, but I am supposed to be getting some packing done in advance of moving.
So far I have packed three boxes full of books, and then I napped for an hour.
This is not the most efficient method.
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