Cool, moist, fresh feeling

It started out as an overcast day, and I kicked the front door open, to catch a nice breeze, blowing up from the coast with a gray and leaden sky. June is supposed to be a hot month, but this is “god weather,” and it’s as perfect as it can be. Cool, moist, fresh feeling. After an afternoon chasing all over town, I had a chance to settle into a quiet evening in the trailer just as the skies opened up in a big way. It was a Texas flood, although, certainly not of biblical proportions. While I was idle between clients this afternoon, I had a chance to read some of the morning paper, turns out there’s a new affliction, a new thing we can all blame our troubles on, “Information Fatigue Syndrome.” Sounds like a winner to me, I guess I should cut down on the number of e-mail accounts I’ve got, or get rid of the cell phone, but if I had done that, I would’ve missed some folks this afternoon. I’m back to reading material suggested by vague comments from bookstore employees, too, having exhausted my Virgo literary references. The book jacket for this one intrigued the staff, and they called it to my attention: “Will Self’s first full-length novel is the most loathsome novel I have ever read. I have read it twice to make sure, and I am oppressed by a sickening, fatalistic feeling that I may read it again.” — [The Evening Standard.]