8 June
Hot. Heat. Warmth. Hotness.
I'm remembering last year when it was so hot in Sacramento and Beth wrote about it so astonishingly well, so eloquently. That ain't happening here. In fact, it just took me three minutes to think of the word "eloquently".
My brain is frying into uselessness and it's only barely the beginning of June.
No, honestly, it was a goddamn hundred degrees, hazy and humid here in the beautiful Northeast (plan your vacations around the heat index!) and of course today is the day that the climate control falls over dead at the office.
Excuse me, I meant to say that the climate control fell over dead in my half of the office! Down in Operations it was comfy and cool, but over on the sunny side of the building, Administration, had temperatures verging on those of the planet Mercury!
And I don't even want to talk about outside. The air was sodden.
Have I mentioned before how much I love my apartment? I mean, it's too small and it's too dark, and it's freezing cold all winter long, but by golly it's cool enough even in this weather to sleep with the duvet on and no fan!
Being a basement-dwelling Mole Person has its perks!
This is my favourite recent theatre article because it includes a phrase that I have been using at every opportunity since I first read it.
See if you can guess which one!
Today's horoscope:
Illusions come crashing to earth, but you're prepared to face reality. You do what must be done to cope.
One year ago today:
And it's over!!!!
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