between the rock and the cold, cold sea

Yet more sun.

There are brickies from the building site doing something at my back wall. This is slightly disturbing, because it means that sunbathing in the back garden is right out. I think I'll go down to the shore and get lunch on the way.

Gods and fishes, it's hot. Highs 20-25 degrees C, but the breeze is dead, so it feels hotter.

Mustn't complain. No, no, mustn't.

06-06-06

More sun today. I'm going brown in patches, but if this keeps up I'll be getting sick. The rockpools down on the shore are teeming with life: crabs and tiny flat fish and strange long-bodied antenaed things less than the length of my finger joint. Death and life and life and death, all within millimetres of each other.

Got the first line of a short story, too. On the Ile de Rien, in the Oceans of Night, the powers that were upheld the status quo with fire and steel and casual disregard for anyone who happened to be in their way.

I have chunks of ice melting in a bowl on my desk, in the hopes that that'll help keep the room a bit cooler than it was yesterday evening. Country like Ireland, you don't get a/c in private houses, and we don't have so much as a fan.

Weather like we have this week, feels like that might have been a bit of an oversight.

07/06/06

It's clouded over today, but it looks more like heavy heat mist than cloud from here. I'm off to town. The Lies of Locke Lamora is in at Waterstone's. Hopefully it won't heat up too insanely before I get back.

If the sun comes out again, I can sip cool drinks and sit in the shade reading my new book. Whee!