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All y'all who live further south than Pennsylvania or so have my tremendous respect. How the smegging hell did anyone get anything done before air conditioning?

... yeah, yeah, I know, whining. Shaddap. I save my cheerful endurance for temperatures from the part of the thermometer where Fahrenheit and Celsius start to draw close together. I can live with that. Heat? Not my thing.






ETA: Ah. No wonder it felt so oppressive out there. It's thunderstorming now.

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Went kayaking again today, in Manhattan.

Nothin' like standing in line for the next available single kayak (as opposed to a kayak for two people) and hearing the people who run the boathouse look over the rail at the water and speculate as to whether the large bobbing plastic bag tied in a knot contains a human head or not.

Went in anyway. I'd rather share the river with a head than put up with the swelter in my apartment. At least the bag had been knotted shut.