The temperatures here have been hovering right around the do-we-or-don’t-we point with regards to turning on the air conditioning; I think we’d almost always leave it off, except we’ve had so many visitors lately who we hope will want to come back in the future. I think the strange weather and the sometimes on, sometimes off a/c have thrown Maxwell into a sort of temperature confusion.
For instance, you wouldn’t think he would need a five-pound blanket to properly nap in a 73 degree house … but you’d be wrong.
“Um, what? You want me to move?”
“I am just trying to lie here lazily and Not Move.”
“Life is hard.”
Sorry, Maxwell, for the constant harassment … I’m just trying to help.
P.S. Today I had the weirdest (yet) google search hit on my blog:
good article. let me feel the life, life experience, and feel of the so-called human feelings. feel very well. content is very elegant and wonderful, just like a meal
I’m not sure I have anything to say about that. Just …. ok. Good for that person, although I doubt they found what they were looking for on my blog.
(And really, how many pages of search results did they have to click through to get here?)