The cape will be setting a heat record today. The prediction is a high of 95° and a low of 76°, as if anyone around here would call 76° a low. It was already 86° when I woke up this morning. My AC is blasting.

Cats throw up, mostly hairballs. I give Jack stuff to prevent them, but it doesn’t always work. Jack hates me. Before I go to bed, I fill his water, his wet food and treat bowls then sit with him brushing and patting him for a long while, but Jack is a thankless beast. When he throws up, it is on exactly the path I use to walk into his room, his dark room, not yet lit by the lamp on the table. I’m usually barefoot. Last night I stepped in it. My feet and the bottom of my pants got wet. I yelled. I swore. Jack didn’t care. He watched with what I believed was a sly grin on his face, a sort of Cheshire Cat imitation.

When I was a kid, we always had pets. Over time we had a turtle, a parakeet, dogs and cats. The dog was the first, Duke, our boxer. He made me a lover of boxers, those gentle, crazy, sweet, protective and loving dogs. When I got my first dog, naturally, it was a boxer, and I’ve had one ever since, Henry being the only male dog and the only other sort of dog I’ve had. Nala is unique. Her skill is thievery, quick and silent escapes from the house with booty in mouth. Nala is a naturalist. She brings leaves, pine cones, pine needles and sticks of all sizes into the house. I never catch doing either making the superiority of my species in question.

I’m in the mood for an adventure. I haven’t had one in a while. It could be as simple as a ride on unfamiliar roads. I’m not picky. When I was a kid, I had adventures all the time. I’d ride to the next town over to sit and watch the trains. I loved the feel of the breeze from the speedy train whooshing by me. I’d ride by the ponds in the two next towns over. Sometimes I stopped. Sometimes I just kept riding. I’d walk to the swamp then check on bushes at the edge of the grassy hill for blueberries. I’d cross the street to see the horses in the field. I’d take the long way home. That was an adventure in itself.

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