Today’s only real goal: survive 90°. Windows were open all night, one with a box fan pulling in cool air. Everything now is all closed up, blinds tilted against the sun. Generally my apartment runs about ten degrees cooler than the outside. Hopefully I don’t suddenly realize I need to go out for anything.

Author: Bix

The unsupported use case of a mediocre, autistic midlife in St. Johns, Oregon —now with added global pandemic.