very early morning is the one time that summer is actually bearable, even pleasant. when i stretch and wake up at five or six and can actually manage to untangle myself from the sheets and get out of bed, it’s great. i feel like i’ve somehow cheated the weather by sneaking in a few extra hours when it’s still cool and walking to the kitchen doesn’t involve breaking a sweat. of course, that involves actually waking up at five or six, so it’s relatively rare.

i managed to get up at five thirty this morning, and while that will probably necessitate a nap later, right now it’s great. i slipped on some shoes, walked down to the water, and had a clove. quick shower when i got back and now i’m making coffee that i’ll actually be able to drink hot because it’s still only maybe sixty five or so. delicious.