WITH A BANG
It's ungodly hot. 101 degrees outside, over 90 in my apartment. I'm sitting on the couch in front of the fan, careful to spread my limbs so no sweat pools between them, trying to convince myself that after a cold shower I'll have just enough heat-resistance to survive the walk to an air-conditioned cafe. I'd been saying this summer had been mild. I spoke too soon.
But it's September now. Labor Day marks the traditional end of summer; the sun does likewise on the 23. My Macbook tells me the temperature in L.A. will be in the mid-eighties by mid-week. Just a few. More. Days.
To the cold shower! I think I can, I think I can....
But it's September now. Labor Day marks the traditional end of summer; the sun does likewise on the 23. My Macbook tells me the temperature in L.A. will be in the mid-eighties by mid-week. Just a few. More. Days.
To the cold shower! I think I can, I think I can....