I have to wonder if I’ve conjured up some weather ju-ju with these posts. For the last week, the temperature’s hovered in the 90s with a heat index in the 100s and the air in our area has come with big red warning signs and advice to minimize our trips.
I feel like I’m back in Phoenix. Stifling, stuffy, windless days and bad air.
At any rate, we’re surviving by pretending to be hermits. Which, admittedly, gives me time to work on some short stories that have been collecting dust. (One of the reasons I haven’t been as attentive to the blog. There are other reasons…. They’re not nearly as noteworthy.)
But I’m still bopping along to my nostalgia playlist.
And here are my selections for this week. I’m taking a jump back to 1998.