Saturday, after I’d eaten dinner, I took my rifle out of its carry bag to clean it. Fuzzball decided that the open bag made a perfect place to sit. I don’t know why. Maybe it’s because the bag hasn’t been in the house for very long, so it doesn’t smell like cat hair yet.
It was only 104 F yesterday afternoon, but it felt hotter as I was walking to the library. This time it took me 3.5 weeks to get through 4 books. The whole process of starting a new job didn’t help my reading speed much, though. I suppose now that I’m riding the bus, I can read for about 20 minutes in the morning and 30 minutes in the evening for 4 days a week, which should help.
