This heat is fucking awful. Right now I wish I was as small as Pickle so I could crawl into her cage and snuggle with a bottle of ice just like she’s doing right now. In another hour or so Eddie should be home and then I’ll have him move her cage into the man-cave where what meager AC we’ve got can work its magic.

Eddie tossed out an assload of crap from the spare room last night, piling it out in front of the house to be picked up with the trash this morning. Comrade came home from wherever crazy Polish men hang out on Saturday mornings at a little past noon, parked his van, and then proceeded to walk back out front to investigate the trash we’d put out. An hour or so later the trash is picked up, with the exception of a cardboard box full of tech manuals from when Eddie was in college 10 years ago, which I’m assuming they left for the recycling or in hopes that someone would drive by and pick it up. The garbagemen are hardly off our street when Comrade’s out there bringing in the solitary trashcan and pulling in the box of books. I’m not sure what he did with them after that, but I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re outside our door.

My high school’s 10 year reunion was announced this week. I haven’t quite decided if I’m going, since the group of folks I hung out with really wasn’t the type that socialized with the majority of the people who will definitely been there, and I know I’ll spend the night explaining who I was to the folks who didn’t give a shit about who I was 10 years ago. However, being able to answer the questions like “So what have you been up to?” with “Well, I worked as the Easter Bunny for a couple of years, and did some work in the porn business. Not at the same time, of course, because that would just be wrong” would be worth it.