Of course, it goes back up to triple digits tomorrow and will continue that way until Friday, but today it’s been in the eighties here, cool enough where I can crack a couple of windows open and let some fresh air in, much to the J Crew’s delight.

And mine as well, I must admit. I’m currently ironing t-shirt pieces to precision-cut fusible interfacing so that I can sew everything together without the jersey stretching. While doing so I’m standing next to one of the just barely opened windows and enjoying the slight breeze and the outside air.

Don’t get me wrong—I’m still sweating because I am a large broad and I’m hovering over a hot iron. But fresh air feels good.

And for some reason Jeremy has decided that today is the day he needs to follow me everywhere and meow loudly at me. He’s has food, clean water, treats, the litter boxes are acceptable, and I’ve played with him and brushed him. He still wants more attention. I don’t know if he’s trying to capitalize on the fact that I’m not in my office (it’s easier to do the ironing/trimming in the dining room) or what, but my beloved Orange Boy is starting to get ever so slightly on Momma’s nerves, yeah.

Never mind—I know I’ll miss him when he’s gone so I’ll put up with the, “Meow? Meow? Meow” right now.