As we always say, very predictably, it's not the heat -- finish the sentence! Ninety percent humidity in the middle of the night is no picnic. Even the ants are too tired to carry away crumbs.
However I still get hungry, and here's a three day lunch supply of steamed broccoli and butternut squash over garlic flavored couscous.
Less than fifteen minutes on the top of the stove. Good for not heating the kitchen.
And here's lunch with a glass of the sun tea I made yesterday. Nut of Irish butter on the food. Bit of Thai basil on top.
Turns out the inferior tea I got the refund on makes a fine sun tea. So there's that. Lemon wedges in the carafe.
Meanwhile waiting for a couple of deliveries. I checked the tracking system.
To translate: both packages arrived at the depot about ten minutes' drive from here in the middle of the night. Then they traveled to about twenty minutes drive from here.
Whereupon they were gathered up and swooped west, across the Delaware river, into Pennsylvania, across state lines, where they were left, about an hour and a half away.
From there they will come back by stages to my front step, ten minutes from their original in-state starting point two days ago.
This is from the department of Don't Ask Me, I Only Work Here.
I'm very sorry for the drivers leaping in and out of trucks today.
