...or work, or think, or anything, really.
I think it hit close to 100 here today and it's supposed to top out at 105 tomorrow. Wah. It's hoooot. I want a cold shower and some iced teee-ea. Wow, from my wussified response you'd never know I grew up in the Central Valley (home of ten-day hundred-plus temperature streaks), would you?
This evening, I've brought Jim's laptop down from our attic office (where it's currently at 102 according to our lovely portable weather station thingy) and created a satellite office on the dining room table, complete with labelmaker, external hard drive and gigantic box of fresh Uni-Ball pens. Oh, and an enormous box fan that hums like a helicopter engine. Ah, comfort restored!
Anyway... here's another political video for ya. But at least this one's funny.
Enjoy!
Whoa. It was hot here, but not *that* hot. It's supposed to be 90 tomorrow.
Posted by: Helena | August 14, 2008 at 09:24 PM
It is pleasantly hot here, not too hot, but you are. Those days are the ones I literally lay low (like on the ground)
Posted by: Mimi | August 15, 2008 at 10:33 AM
I wanted to email you but for some reason I can't get it to send out. Weird, but the thing I wanted to ask you was how you got into freelance journalism/writing for assorted mags? If it's too much to get into it's no prob- I know it' s random. I was just curious. I've been thinking of trying to bust into it.
Posted by: summer Aiello | August 16, 2008 at 08:56 AM