i almost wish i was back in the coach house refrigerator with comet. it's 106 degrees outside and up in here who knows. it's 50 degrees cooler there. i hope he didn't get agitated when i left. in the days going by waiting his body becomes more fragile and our minds as well unknowing. 

the heat and the smoke and pollution press our anxious buttons. my eyes dry up. my lungs gasp like fish. our bodies can't learn to breathe the fiery particulate air.