Rover and I escaped the heatwave by spending time on the river. The waterway is the only way by which I leave "Riverbend" until all the holiday frivolities are over and the last jet-ski has run out of fuel or wrapped itself around a submerged tree trunk.
In order to understand the world, one has to turn away from it on occasion. That's not me but Camus, and while I usually avoid him like "The Plague", on this occasion I'm in complete agreement with him.
Tried to locate a few long-lost acquaintances over the Internet. One just finished a stint in Australia to qualify for the age pension and returned to the Caribbean; another, once worth millions, just finished a stint as Santa Claus in a department store to earn some extra cash; and a third finished altogether - see here. The fickle finger of fate!
And the countdown continues, to the end of the year, and to the end!
Happy New Year to you all!
