A perfunctory update

Our air conditioner does seem to have died. Our furnace, too. The company that sold us our home warranty is figuring out what to do, or not do, for us.

It’s been a hot week. The temperature in the house was 89 degrees F for a long time.

Karin’s health improved. She worked the last two days.

Daniel has fallen ill with coughing and fever.

I also am ill now, with congestion and fever – and with the usual bleak thoughts about life, death, and trivia. What’s the best way to put mayonnaise in a sandwich? My fever-addled mind has been returning to this tedious question again and again.

During a semi-lucid spell, I read some chapters of The Dain Curse by Dashiell Hammett. The detective goes into a dark room. He breathes in a poisonous gas. He sees what appears to be a supernatural being hovering in a jet of colored steam. He tries to fight the supernatural being.

Happily, I never became as confused as that detective.

Samuel has been healthy, quiet, and considerate. Well done, Samuel!

Here is a photo of Daniel taken after he rocked himself to sleep on Moby the Whale.