Our internet provider is down. I don't know why but I don't like it. I feel cut off. There are a few people that I want to talk with and we often exchange several emails a day in a kind of slow conversation. And I am frustrated that I can't talk with them. I can't just call them because they are at work but they do reply to me from work anyway.
Heat seems to be the message of the day. I had a conversation with a woman this morning about an issue that is very emotional for her. She was quite angry, a hot emotion. In the course of the conversation I got annoyed enough to raise my voice to her twice. I don't like that. I prefer to remain calm and controlled and deal with people from a non-confrontational place. I hate confrontations.
Afterwards Tom and I went out for a walk, a very short walk, because he told me we were under a heat advisory but the temperatures are usually 10 degrees cooler here under the trees. We took about a 20-minute walk out to the stone cauldron and back. The eyes we had given Hecate had fallen off. At first we couldn't find them but we finally found one of them. I have to clean it off and try again. I figured she must not have liked the one that disappeared so I will just reattach the one and see how that goes. I probably should have embedded it in cement instead of trying to use an adhesive. On the way back up the hill though, I was feeling a little light-headed. We came into the house completely soaked with sweat and went right into the shower. The cool water helped to revive me.
And now when I need to talk with some folks our internet provider seems to be down.
Except for the heat though it is a beautiful day. As I look out the sun is shining and a wonderful breeze is blowing. The sound of the wind through the trees (which I can actually hear over the fan blowing on me) is quite soothing as is the motion of the swaying trees and leaves.
I seem to have hurt the middle finger of my left hand (I am left-handed.) I didn't do anything to it. Sitting at my computer, I reached over for my glass and it suddenly ached. It developed a bruise on the palm side of one of the joints and is swollen now. It seems quite bizarre to me.
An unexpected delightful phone call came in this afternoon. My love called. His voice just shivers through me and I can hear the change in my voice when I talk to him. So can he. It is a good thing that I don't try to play the hard-to-get-game because it would be pretty ridiculous to even try when I am so clearly melting towards him. Ah well. I prefer honesty anyway and would far rather show my pleasure in my lover and hopefully give him the joy of my response than play those kinds of games. Not to say that there aren't other games I might enjoy playing:)
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