… that would be me, as my housemate constantly reminds me. I do love the heat, but that was when I was living in my parents air conditioned house and escaping the heat was as easy as opening the door. But the last two days have simply been fucking awful. Two days where the temperature thingie has reached over 40 degrees (that’d be 120 F for all of you overseas chappies shivering in the cold, and a hello to all you people living in Moscow where the temperature hit -30 and in one place -59. HI!!!!!).
You can’t function in heat like this… and basically all I did over the weekend was live at my parents house. Yes, I’m willing to throw away my independence and deal with their constant insanity just to step into an air conditioned house. Ahhhhhh….
So I watched some Season 2 Alias (yeah, I’m plenty behind the rest of the world), and some Season 3 Blake 7 (God Chris Boucher is (or was back then) a good writer… Deathwatch ROCKS!) and the cricket (stupid Australia).
And at about 8:21 the cool change hit, too the extent that I was able to do some writing and go on my daily walk. Ahhhh…. the cool breeze… now drifting through the house… so nice.
On Tuesday I have my first ever flexi-day (day off). I know exactly what I’m going to do and I can’t be more excited. Just at the moment, I LOVE THE PUBLIC SERVICE!!!! I’m sure the feeling will wear off.