The dogs are being slow and sluggish. BJG went to bed. It is 11pm and he has a meeting at 11:30am tomorrow. He has a long morning routine from 6am to 9:30am.  I am a bit heat stroke tonight from the stuffy house full , also, of smoke. 

We ate well thanks to the two meals I cooked this afternoon but the sink is a nightmare. I have not emptied the dishwasher this morning and all the day's dishes accumulated plus the dishes for cooking today. The sink is full. Its because I have been writing steady since 4-5pm. About 6 hours of writing. But I dont know if I like the piece. And I want to change the title. It feels very sensitive and touchy to speak of Grandma's death. I dont know why.  I am thinking of her daughter, my mother.