It’s hot. Too hot. Here’s what it’s been like:

5:00 p.m. Weave in ends of Viennese shrug while watching replay of Tour de France coverage. Note irony of completing wool blend sweater on hottest day of year. Wish for team car with 72 bottles of water to drink and pour over head a la Floyd Landis.

6:00 p.m. Hungry. No desire to produce any extra heat in kitchen by cooking anything. Crave Thai food.

6:15 p.m. Fortuitously discover excellent Thai restaurant is only ten blocks away from new house. Huzzah! Praise creation of internet. Ten blocks is just at the limit of feasible walking distance through atmosphere of soup outside.

6:30 p.m. Commence eating delicious Thai food in blessedly air-conditioned environment. The world is a brighter place, and not just because the restaurant is painted the orange of life preservers, tiger lilies, and high school gym lockers.

6:50 p.m. Awesome neighbors, it turns out, had the same fabulous idea. Foolishly full of revived spirits, promise them blueberry muffins for the Tour showing tomorrow morning.

7:30 p.m. Return home, realize house is more ovenlike than ever. No chance of baking muffins tonight.

8:00 p.m. Fruitlessly (and, admittedly, listlessly) hunt for box containing Summer ’05 VK and Frost Flowers pullover pattern. Drink water. Find Spring ’06 IK instead.

8:30 p.m. Find size 3 Addi circ and Jaeger Siena. Cast on Prairie camisole, slacker freeform heavily modified version of Veronik Avery’s Prairie Tunic, while watching end of Last of the Mohicans on television. Still a bummer when Uncas gets eviscerated and Alice jumps off a cliff. This movie is such a downer. Daniel Day-Lewis sure is tasty in it, though.

9:00 p.m. Vanity Fair on next. Too hot to try to sleep yet, might as well check it out. Rip out beginning of Prairie Camisole, which has somehow ballooned so far beyond original gauge it could engirdle a small hippo.

11:30 p.m. Vanity Fair a total wash. Have failed to comprehend all but the most major plot points. Oh well, book was on reading list anyway. Prairie camisole is finally off to a promising start.

11:45 p.m. Cold shower. Don’t even bother toweling off. Drink extra glass of water.

12:50 a.m. Still awake.

1:17 a.m. Move to window seat in hopes of draft.

1:20 a.m. Realize stark nudity in front of window probably not good for reputation in new neighborhood if anyone should happen to look up here early in the morning. Move to floor near vent.

1:50 a.m. Concede that stark nudity on scratchy wool carpet is not that comfortable.

2:00 a.m. Fetch towel from bathroom. Step on cat, who is sprawled out asleep or comatose on bathroom tiles. Drink more water.

2:02 a.m. Arrange towel on floor by vent. Lie awake contemplating shaving poor cat.

2:05 a.m. No clippers in house. Would have to use Granny’s ancient German sewing scissors, which, though mostly indomitable, probably aren’t up to a whole cat’s worth of snipping.

2:07 a.m. Cat would be laughingstock of local feline posse anyway. Already took a drubbing from Big Bossy Felix of two doors down.

2:30-ish a.m. Fall briefly asleep.

4:00 a.m. Body temperature sufficiently reduced to get back on the bed. A little more sleep.

5:20 a.m. Too hot again. Might as well get up and make muffins.

6:40 a.m. Muffins out of oven. Don least heat-retaining clothing in wardrobe, walk to Bike Gallery.

8:00 a.m. Floyd seems to have assured himself the yellow jersey. Have spun a second spindle-full of wooly singles in Axel teal; ready for plying tomorrow. Muffins have been devoured by ravenous bikers.

8:15 a.m. Return home. Think about walking down to farmers’ market for fruit. Weigh desire for fresh cherries against desire not to move. Read blogs and drink water to postpone decision.

9:15 a.m. Walk to market. Commiserate with fellow shoppers about mugginess. Envy neighbor hitching up boat trailer and other neighbor heading to the mountains to bike and camp by lake.

9:35 a.m. Return home. Realize oven has been on this whole time. Whole kitchen already felt like 375 degrees anyway.

10:00 a.m. Start to organize knitting library. Spy cat draped on floor near vent a la Salvador Dali.

10:30 a.m. Join cat on floor. Read through Folk Knitting in Estonia. Drink water.

10:35 a.m. Note absurdity of planning to knit woolen mittens when it’s at least 85 degrees indoors. Wish Portland were in Estonia.

10:38 a.m. Check weather in Estonia. Highest temperature in entire country is 74 degrees.

11:00 a.m. Better skein up this morning’s spinning to be ready for plying.

11: 27 a.m. Brainwave! Could fill tub with cold water and knit Prairie camisole while wallowing! Genius! Will let you know how it goes.