I totally just passed out for like half an hour in my abundantly comfortable executive chair. Waking up from those little dozes is always so disorienting, especially when you knock over your iced tea and spill it into your lap.

Which I did.

Long day today...or, at least, it felt like a long day. It was a long day in which very little happened. This seems to be par for the course so far as summer days spent at work are concerned. I remember nine hours of heat, humidity, shopping carts, and, vaguely, some discussion about categorical syllogisms, possibly followed by me using sidewalk chalk to draw the traditional square of opposition on the brick facade of the local Wal-Mart.

The modern square of opposition, you see, is for posers. The truly hardcore cannot do without their subaltern and subcontraries!

I got an air conditioner. Believe me, this is neato, especially when the humidity in Pennsylvania attains critical mass (like it did the last week or so) and begins to mount armed assaults on my sleeping habits. I seriously, absolutely, totally cannot sleep when the ungodly humidity descends on the Ligonier Valley. I lie in bed, staring at the ceiling, and marinate...or did, until I broke down in a weeping fit and shelled out $100 I don't have for a power-hungry appliance I can't afford, but already love enough to have named. (Her name is Sony, and she is a foxy lady of an air conditioner.)

What else...read a buck-twenty in pages from the Summa Theologica (Tommy Aquinas is the man-diggity), wrote a few hundred words of a story I've been working on, and ate precisely six donuts, followed by a half gallon of iced tea (some of which eventually ended up in my lap). I also drew a kitten on a table in Subway and was forced to recite the first eleven lines of the Aeneid in Latin, to people who don't speak Latin, to prove to them that I speak Latin. 

Confounding.