14.40
It's hot here, very. And I mean hot in that uncompromisingly saturating way that marks High Summer in a Place that has no real seasons. I'm sure most folks are grumbling about the sweatiness of it all. But I love it. Must be my reptilian blood. I can see no other explanation.
Walked across around noon to my workplace and then over the road for a cuppa and a read at the eatery there. Soaked in the warmth gleefully.
18.15
And it was not exactly cool in the gym just now, despite the air-conditioning. Struggled to get a super-sticky t-shirt off after getting back. And now struggling to get another couple of hours of work done to ensure I hit the ground running for the week ahead. But I'm not complaining. (Well, I am, to be honest, but too loudly, I hope.)
20.40
Cheese and tomato sandwiches appropriate for a warm evening now being addressed. Decided to stay cool by listening to Allen Toussaint laying down some New Orleans funk. Loudly. (Good job The Missus is not around to give feedback, eh?)
2 comments:
I just came across your blog today. You and I are opposite in how we view the high heat and humidity. But then again, I am 68 and retired, living in Montreal, Canada. Your cheese and tomato sandwiches sound delicious!
Hello, Linda. Thanks for dropping in. The sandwiches were delicious, indeed. Hope the climate in Montreal suits your needs!
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