what?!

duders,
two cancellations in a row,
in one day?!?!
okay,
one lame excuse last minute cancellation,
and one hot weather waterbaby no-show.
that's some weak-A* sauce, for sure.
for serious, neighbors,
when half your day dissolves,
and you're still at work,
it makes for some intensive conversational opportunities.
talking is better than not working.
except it pays a lot less.
...
it's happening-
the dog days heat wave hot fire atmospheric distortion.
the wind blew all day, too.
a hot breath humid howling gusty gale-force mess
of change and war and answers.
the question was:
what's worse than a cool breeze?
a hot bluster.
every time.
we GOT those jauns, too.
it's so hot that the ambient aura around the Fortress
is oppressively stifling,
even in the near-perpetually sunless sections.
blindingly hot.
exceedingly hot.
even in the shade.
there's a supersaturated sheen of wop-oil
seeping out of my skin.
shiny, an' that, like a greasy greaseball.
y'know what happens to oil
when it hits the skillet, right, duders?
yuuuuup.
i'm melting, mutha-uckas.
*
after a do-little doo-doo buttery day
of sweat, sweat, and more sweat,
but not from toil,
and without the accumulated equity of such action,
it's time to take a cool water shower,
and then get back to work gettin' ready
for the big doings on saturday.
that's a thing, y'all.
too hot to type;
never quiet, never soft.....