Black or White in 2020s

Why are people so extreme? Either they never stop talking, or they don’t say a word to you. We went down to the pool, and there was this one guy who wouldn’t stop talking. The pool was just as chilly as last time. He said it was 86 degrees when he checked the thermometer, but I think that was wrong—it felt more like 75 or lower to me. I wasn’t happy with the “air-conditioned” pool; I barely got in up to my shoulders before we left.

Anyway, I guess the guy was just lonely. He said he doesn’t attend any of the social functions, but was at the pool just about every day while rambling on about this and that. We did learn something interesting from him, though. Well, we noticed that our power is restored relatively quickly after a storm. That’s because it’s in line with the hospital. I guess it’s on the same electric grid so that’s why this area is a priority.

We’re having a pleasant storm now. If I were on nights, this would be the third day in a row I’d have been woken up. I dread going back on nights because we still have four or five weeks left of storm season.

I made linguine with white clam sauce earlier. I just needed some variety, but it reminded me why I’m not big on pasta. It’s not nearly as filling as meat, and it doesn’t taste as good either. I think the rat liked it more than I did.

I’m still working on revising my bio little by little, but right now, I think I’ll work on my story.