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The day, and me, respectively. I knew it would be, of course; the weather forecasters said so. They're never wrong when I dread it, unless it's for things to be worse. High hit the mid or high nineties. I was trying not to notice the distance. Pant pant pant. Got off work at about 4, went out to the car, turned it on, turned on the AC. Waited for the AC to ramp up to where it was pushing cool air. Extracted sunglasses, which are kept in car as otherwise I lose them. Held in front of the AC until they were cool enough that I could bear to put them on. Drove home. Nearly died when I got out of the car into the punishing heat. Fled upstairs and turned the AC on.
I only just remembered that, when I got home, I got the mail. I've had it in the bag I jammed it in to carry in. Good thing I typed up this whine or I'd have found it in a day or two - at least I use the bag every day! Sheesh.
Work was good. Things have been hectic and disorganized this week and, today, they were finally less-so. A lot more feeling of things going the way they're planned, and of finishing things, instead of being yanked from half-complete to quarter-complete to quarter-complete to incomplete item and back.
The AC has only gotten the room down to 85. I'm hot. I'm miserable. Standing in front of it only helps until I move.
Tomorrow it is supposed to hit 100. And I'm on-call. I may find someplace to be that's near home, but better air-conditioned, all the same. A long stint shopping at Fry's, perhaps, or a movie - though I hate getting called out of those. We have no indoor malls close by, which rules out going somewhere, sitting down, and writing. Unless I go out for a loooooong slow dinner and write there. They don't mind that too much if they're not busy and you buy something and all, but on a Friday night with the temps being sucky, I'm suspecting most of the restaurants will be busy.
Oh, well. I'll find some answer. We don't often hit 100, but it has happened, and I didn't die then, I just wanted to. This one will likely be similar but I am hoping to reduce the "wanting to die" aspect of it.
I hate heat. Somehow, I think I'd do really pathetically in many, many parts of this country....
I only just remembered that, when I got home, I got the mail. I've had it in the bag I jammed it in to carry in. Good thing I typed up this whine or I'd have found it in a day or two - at least I use the bag every day! Sheesh.
Work was good. Things have been hectic and disorganized this week and, today, they were finally less-so. A lot more feeling of things going the way they're planned, and of finishing things, instead of being yanked from half-complete to quarter-complete to quarter-complete to incomplete item and back.
The AC has only gotten the room down to 85. I'm hot. I'm miserable. Standing in front of it only helps until I move.
Tomorrow it is supposed to hit 100. And I'm on-call. I may find someplace to be that's near home, but better air-conditioned, all the same. A long stint shopping at Fry's, perhaps, or a movie - though I hate getting called out of those. We have no indoor malls close by, which rules out going somewhere, sitting down, and writing. Unless I go out for a loooooong slow dinner and write there. They don't mind that too much if they're not busy and you buy something and all, but on a Friday night with the temps being sucky, I'm suspecting most of the restaurants will be busy.
Oh, well. I'll find some answer. We don't often hit 100, but it has happened, and I didn't die then, I just wanted to. This one will likely be similar but I am hoping to reduce the "wanting to die" aspect of it.
I hate heat. Somehow, I think I'd do really pathetically in many, many parts of this country....
