No time to write.

Got out of house late and stuck on voter action website so no time to write today. Was an OK day but tiring -- very hot and dry and windy. Am coming in to Flying Star late to encourage their staying open later. Sitting upstairs in the "magazine rack of the Starship Enterprise" section today. Hard to take this kind of decor terribly seriously but still pleasant enough. Worked on a McMansion whose owner's having a big pool party in three days so jammed in a bunch of things into pots about ready to bloom knowing they won't get watered after we leave and will die within a couple of weeks. 18 minutes to close, great. So either I stop writing now or else go on to spend the next eighteen minutes bemoaning the passage of time. Seventeen minutes now. What can I say in seventeen minutes? Uh, how about "I'm sleepy and a little heatlooped". Sixteen minutes now. A full minute for a really dopey sentence? That does it. I'm getting out now while I still have some semblance of dignity. What else? House is hot. Must water out front twice or three times a day but still prefer to a swamp cooler.