The long dark tea-time of the soul

Sunday. 

I'm fed up with this heat, Willow doesn't know where to go to get cool, bless her and camps out in the hidey hole in her tower. She is eating and drinking OK though. 

I'm drinking but not eating much. This heat plays havoc with my diverticulitis and most days I'm dealing with its effects. 

I got up and showered after doing my routines. And because it was too warm to make anything hitting 32° in the afternoon I sat in front of the chiller with a pack of collage and my scissors and just fussy cut enough out to fill a box. I love Dyans collage and can fill a dyalog easily by tipping the box out and randomly putting bits together. A cutting session like that will yield at least the rest of this months book, perhaps next months too... I often put images in way in advance these days because I'm less hung up on the images needing to mean anything. 

While I was doing all that cutting I was watching some serial killer documentary on discovery plus. What a cheery way to spend an afternoon. I did learn something useful though, if I'm ever killed and dumped by a serial killer they will be able to identify me because I have metal plates and pins in body now, because each one had a number stamped onto a ( excuse the pun) serial number, which is unique to me and can be run through a medical data base so they can find out who it belongs to. One benefit to having mechanical bits I guess. Unless of course there is a secondhand ( or in my case,

secondfoot) market for body modifications out there. "Ere, mate want a state of the art ankle? One user, not many miles on the clock" LOL.