Natasha Fondren

It’s been such a busy week, that tonight at 8:30 p.m. is the first time I’ve stopped working because I’m done for the night, instead of stopping work because I’ve passed out in exhaustion at 2 or 3 in the morning.

It’s a great thing I love my work.

Now my brain is fried, and I’ve nothing to do, so I thought: Hey! Why don’t I share my Facebook statuses, since not all my blog readers are my Facebook friends!

So. Here are they:

May 7: When eating a cookie, I bite, then touch my tongue to the bite mark in order to pick up any stray crumbs so they don’t fall on the couch. Is this a normal technique? Or is this OCD?

May 5: So you remember that cat that used to visit me every night but stopped after I heard a catfight one night and I feared it’d died? It showed up last night!!! I was so happy to see it!!! If it comes back tonight, I’ll take pics for you.

May 3: You know if you take the pot out of the crockpot? My one cat is like: Best. Bed. EVER!

May 2: I love formatting technical manuals. Does that make me the only person in the world who loves technical manuals?

And finally a pic from one of my daily walks in the desert:

What’s your week been like?

(Something I do so often, I now sigh inwardly when I hear myself say something, resigned that the words will later be stuffed down my throat.)

It’s hot, here. Remember how I’ve been saying that it only gets hot for a few hours in the afternoon and cold at night so there’s no point in me getting an air conditioner?

Yeah, no.

I about died today, it was so hot. I jumped in the pool, but long story short, it was too freezing to stay in, even though I was boiling hot. So in my wet swimsuit, I sprawled in my bed, poured a glass of water on myself, and sat there comatose.

(Don’t worry about all that water in my bed. It evaporated in ten minutes.)

I’d read about homemade air conditioners, but I didn’t have the copper tubing. So I did this:

Oh? Those black blobs? I was too hot to redd up the camper, so I cleaned it with black paint in Gimp, to make you think my countertop was all clean and organized and I didn’t have clothes hanging all clutterly from a hook over the window.

The ice water stayed cold for several hours, surprisingly, and it did actually cool it down about fifteen degrees, I believe. Down to where I could think again, at least.

It didn’t help that I’d been in the sun for eight hours, driving with the top off the Jeep and hiking in the desert. It was 100. 100!

My cats, shall we say, were not at all pleased:

The other two were hidden somewhere, away from the heat.

So I called Mr. Moneymaker.

He reminded me that I’d said it was only a few hours of unbearable every day, and that I’d said I loved the heat, that it was no problem.

I said f*ck that.

So this afternoon I’m buying an AC. This camper will be a nice 68 degrees. Maybe 65 degrees. Maybe 60 degrees. I’m so hot, I want to be an ice cube.

I’m hoping the cool air will increase my productivity, which has been extremely sluggish. And I have to eat my words one more time, because I am DYING for three days of rain and cloudy skies and thunderstorms.

No rain until the monsoons in July, I hear.

Are you staying cool? I heard there was a hot spell out east, too!