That open fridge is terribly hard on the fridge contents and it isn't meant to try to cool a room.

The dentist office today was brutal. I'd waited 9 months instead of 6, partly because of COVID, and partly because I now need to take a megadose of amoxicillin an hour prior to the appointment, and don't want to do it too often. My former dentist retired in April (I went to offer good wishes and took him several bedding plants for the garden he would have time to tend). The office now is a different world. The woman at the front desk is looking a little frazzled, another one is missing (I'm guessing she retired?) and the hygienist who I usually see wasn't there. The dentist didn't offer to come take a quick look, like my old dentist, nothing but a really rough cleaning. It felt like a contact sport. Afterward, I asked at the front desk where the other hygienist is and made a note—I think they've probably had that question more than once lately. That other office is at lunch right now, but I'll call and find out if Donna is there and set my next appointment with her. The ironic thing today was that during my long wait the retired dentist came through the office to pick up something and was greeted with great affection by all, including me. But he left again. :-(

There are now a half-dozen tomatoes on the windowsill in various stages of ripeness, minus one I took to my daughter yesterday (with dozens starting to ripen in the garden). I probably shouldn't eat one tonight, my mouth being tender will feel that tomatoey acidity more than usual. Chef's salads, Caprese salad, BLTs, cubed cucumber and tomato with cubed feta and balsamic dressing, lots of ways to consume tomatoes. That's before the canning starts.