The back of a heat wave that morphed the Tri-State area into a free-for-all sauna over the last three days breaks at 8pm. And I am counting the seconds. I’d crack its spine with a sledgehammer myself, were this maneuver possible.
Over the last several years, mild summers and the remnants of youth lulled me to believe that I might commute without proper air conditioning. The car A/C worked for the first 4 seasons, then went on strike last year. Really, not much of a problem, because temperate days were so rare. Surely good weather lasts forever. And so I balked at paying for a repair job. Chalk up another error of not listening to the Wife.
Welcome to Planet Pain.
Today is the best of the hot snap; it only felt like 103 degrees. Which brings me to the only trait I share with the late Hunter S. Thompson: neither of us can express ourselves in oppressive climates.
Clearly the heat has affected your brain. Your blog repeats itself. Or, perhaps, the heat has affected your brain and caused your blog to repeat itself. Did you know that the heat may have affected your brain and caused you to repeat your blog. . . . enough said, fearing I might appear repetitious. . .
Good one, Editor person.
I don’t know how that happened, but it’s fixed now.