The punishing heat apparently broke sometime during the night. I woke feeling a bit chilly which was abso-fucking-welcome. Laying under the summer quilt, relishing the air’s crispness, waiting ’til almost the last second to make the dash to the loo felt so sweet.
I’m guessing my current state of mind (a stagnant and steaming empty puddle) is a result of eight straight days of temperatures above 90º. I have a heat hangover.
I believe someone made a grievous mistake when summer was created; no novitiate or god in their right mind would make a season akin to hell on purpose. Someone should be fired.
~ Michelle Franklin
The only good thing about summer is shorts and tanks. Frankly, I can wear those in late spring and early autumn. Summer isn't necessary.
The sun did not rise, it overflowed.
~ Ray Bradbury, Dandelion Wine
I was used to heat but this place was so dry the trees were bribing the dogs.
~ Irvine Welsh, If You Liked School, You'll Love Work
Hot town, summer in the city
Back of my neck gettin' dirty and gritty
Been down, isn't it a pity?
Doesn't seem to be a shadow in the city
All around, people lookin' half dead
Walkin' on the sidewalk, hotter than a match head
~ Lovin' Spoonful —Summer in the City
The best thing about the lower temps (aside from EVERYTHING) is that exercising is less onerous. Rehabbing is and has been my full time gig for some time now—it’s less painful to do when the temps are in the 70s and the sun isn’t blinding me.
Duh!
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