So I think we avoided the worst by getting the air conditioning fixed right before the triple digit heat wave hit. Note of course that the above gif is a slight metaphorical exaggeration for effect. Triple digit heat waves in August in Southern California don’t really count as notable weather events. Typically what we call them is “August.” If you put enough of them together, it’s not weather, it’s a climate. Then the questions stop being tactical and become strategic, existential, metaphysical even. What am I doing here? What are ANY of us doing here?
But then I remember I live in one of, like, four places on the planet with no summertime humidity and a notable dearth of mosquitoes. What’s the occasional risked melted face vs a cloud of instinct-driven blood-vectors of Ebola and chikungunya, a word I just learned from the state department of public health while researching something else? One more thing to fret over contracting, you’re welcome.
So I forgot to post yesterday, which is unusual. But there’s been a lot going on this week. So much so I have a brand new baby loan to nurse through 10 years of life so I might enjoy more days of climate controlled comfort and stave off melting of any parts, face or otherwise. That’s worth five figures of anyone’s money. In this case, some bank’s, which I now have to pay back with interest…
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