Today was one of those light, good days. I couldn't say why.

According to the forecast, today was what they call a scorcher. It took me a few hours to deduce that I hadn't seen Jenna all morning because she was holed up in her room, playing videogames with the air conditioning on. Entrenched.

I knew it was hot — tonight Graham noted that I was sweating profusely, I forget the exact simile — but the heat didn't feel stifling. There was a cool breeze early this evening; the heat wave has broken.

The past few days I've woken up early because of the heat, the sheer weight of it, but today I woke up to a call from the IT placement agency Jenna had referred me to. I could feel myself on the verge of an, integriphany I called it once, but no, I couldn't tell the lady what I'm looking for right now, I'll know in a week, that seemed fair.

For breakfast I ate the last of the chocolate chip pancakes. Around lunchtime I put a batch of scalloped potatoes in the crock pot. When the time came, I put on heavy clothes — armor — and did battle with a wasp. The cooking was delayed slightly; I have been stung many times in the past and do not like wasps.

The heat doesn't bore me, as it seems to bore everyone else, but eventually I felt unproductive and ran some errands. From time to time I would catch myself humming softly. Before I came back home I took The Warriors, and Burnout 3, and our conquered game file from Ben.

He lent me Jet Set Radio Future; I haven't made up my mind about that game yet. Something to play while Jenna is holed up with Suikoden III.

When there was time, I read Swamp Thing. It was worth slogging through the tortured prose for twenty or so issues after the relaunch to get to Alan Moore's contributions. Like a good book, they brought a little of my mind back to me.

It's raining now, Markie just walked by and told me. The sky doesn't seem to be blue or black, from my window it's a sooty yellow.

For a while, earlier today, I was wondering what we would do tonight, and then suddenly, but without realizing it, I stopped wondering. I didn't care to organize anything; I was unmotivated but not because of ennui or depression. It had already been a good day.

Otherwise unremarkable, it will soon fade from memory.