Jumping Jack Flash

I was born in a cross-fire hurricane
And I howled at my ma in the driving rain,
But it's all right now, in fact, it's a gas!
But it's all right. I'm Jumpin' Jack Flash,
It's a Gas! Gas! Gas!

I'll cut to the chase. It was hot. There was work to do, errands to run, meals to prepare, books to read. The day ignited, smouldered under blue skies, and burnt itself out in an ashtray of stars. Tomorrow: more of the same.