summer self

Much of the country is locked under 

The Heat Dome. 

Triple digits anywhere sounds horrendous.

We're on the edge of it here, and it's in the high 90s, 

enough to make me, uh, irritable.

At the end of this day, I'm still liking the pastel I'm doing,
so I'm taking my sweaty hands off of it for now.

I clutch my iPhone in the cool of the night

and do these Pollock app things.

Here's a self portrait.