It begins....
This summer is going to be brutal. It's 90F in my office as I type this, and it's still only APRIL.
I've set up the box fan to blow on me in bed (and seriously need to rearrange things so I can access the door at the same time).
I've started taking cold showers mid-afternoon and before bed---they're still refreshing, it's not at the "Doesn't it get any colder than this?!" stage yet.
And God help us, when I was running around with Mb the other evening, my glasses steamed up when I got out of the a/c. Usually that's the *final* sign of summer, not the first---the other two being the first truckload of watermelons parked by the side of the road, and "Doesn't it get any colder than this?!".
(End times, I think. /CHEtongueEK)
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I've set up the box fan to blow on me in bed (and seriously need to rearrange things so I can access the door at the same time).
I've started taking cold showers mid-afternoon and before bed---they're still refreshing, it's not at the "Doesn't it get any colder than this?!" stage yet.
And God help us, when I was running around with Mb the other evening, my glasses steamed up when I got out of the a/c. Usually that's the *final* sign of summer, not the first---the other two being the first truckload of watermelons parked by the side of the road, and "Doesn't it get any colder than this?!".
(End times, I think. /CHEtongueEK)
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