Crimson's Musings

Imagination creates sleight of hand, I see movement and apparitions that aren’t there. Distraction, like a stiff drink, I crave. I find the radio, but only hear static.

Pops. Sizzles. Faint voices.

I shiver.

My day started off like ‘The Mist’ but ended with ‘Silent Hill ll’. I have the radio…but my Goddess, where’s my stick with the nail? At least I’m in the van and not on foot, it’s something so Pyramid Head doesn’t get me.

- Just Call Me James

After a sweltering 90+ degrees in our office yesterday we knew that these little fans weren’t going to cut it. With temperatures soaring into (or close to) the 100’s and no a/c in the building - desperate times called for desperate measures.

Thank goodness Dad found ye old swamp cooler from bygone days and that it still worked. While it’s not exactly comfortable as the day wears on it sure beats what it felt like in here yesterday. However, I still think our office will be closing at 3pm as the heat, like a hot wet blanket, seems determined to smother.

- Wilted at the Keys