The heat is pretty much unbearable, but that's not the big problem: my desk by the window puts my pooter in direct sunlight for much of the morning. And so, I have to scramble (it's easier when I can simply put it aside and
head off to work) to get it out of harm's way each morning, and blog from somewhere else (usually, my bedroom).
Since I don't want to risk another disaster, I take this all very seriously. But oh, this heat! Even in my bedroom, with just a fan to keep me company, it's brutal. But I hate traveling to coffee shops and the like just for AC. (I was tempted even to just go to a lame summer blockbuster just to avoid the heat, but the prospect was just too depressing.)
I like summer, really I do. But I like it, really, at the beach, where being hot and exposed to the sun has a purpose, and there's a handy ocean to keep you cooled off as needed. Summer in a city apartment... well, that's just a special kind of hell. We had joy, we had fun... sure, and then we went home, and it was just a lot of sweating. I can't bear it - anyone out there got a nice beach house to lend? Come on people... work with me, here. :) Can you bear to see a grown man cry?
I know; it's pretty rough here, in the mid-atlantic, too...I feel for you but I don't think it calls for a "Seasons in the Sun" link; none could have been good but that one is a special kind of hell indeed.
Posted by: jinbaltimore | June 27, 2007 at 07:13 PM
Why can't you just buy an air conditioner?
Posted by: Jennifer | June 29, 2007 at 02:27 PM