Somehow the first hot night always takes me by surprise. (could be that I live in denial of the temperatures I don't approve of) I never have the winter bedding switched out to the spring quilt when the heat arrives. Last night I was up every hour throwing off the quilt entirely or pulling it back around me or something in between (left leg sticking out up to the knee with both arms entirely out and other assorted combinations).
Tuesday and Wednesday are supposed to be near 90ยบ here. Jesus Wading Pool Christ and what the actual FUCK! It’s mid May and this is Boston not Phoenix, DAMMIT! This is 12 kinds of smelly bullshit. I'm tellin' you...
Down here on the water we normally have a solid stiff breeze going on. It better be clocked in this week – that’s all I’ve got to say.
I lieu of more I-slept-worse-than-the-idiot-orange-clown-in-the-WH kvetching, here, have some editorial cartoons.
Yur welcome.
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| Mike Luckovich |
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