Hot Hot

Maybe if I sit completely still, I’ll trick myself into forgetting that I don’t have, and desperately need, air conditioning.

Not likely.

My iceless glass of water is sweating. Heck, I’m sweating. I have phone calls to make, but the last thing I want to do is hold a phone to my cheek. I have stories to write, but my MacBook is quite adept at heating up my wrists and making me even hotter, if such a thing is possible.

Maybe I’ll go run. Although I’ll be hot from exercising, I’ll at least have the benefit of some air flow.