Hot Evening

Once it was reasonably cool, we sat on our back porch to consider so much: the air, the temperature, the state of the porch and (we don’t have a name for it) the area from it to the fence, and, of course, the upcoming election.
I’d been feeling punky in the afternoon and not great in the evening. It gets tiresome, the state of my body; I just want to give a good shake, like a wet dog. 
We’d planned an unreasonable outing for Saturday morning, then did the reasonable thing, and cancelled. It was to walk in a parade in Beaverton to support the Beaverton Symphony, but involved driving, walking, waiting in lines for shuttle buses, and, well non of it was a good idea for us.