Today was hot again. Whilst my home institution has been locking students into their dorms so they don't die from hurricane Irene, I have been enviously withering. I exaggerate, obviously, but this heat does tend to suck energy from you, and naps, along with hurricanes, have become very appealing.
But there is a glimmer of hope. Whereas hope generally comes in the form of a ray of sunlight, my hope comes in the form of clouds. Dark, ominous, clouds. I pray aloud for thunderstorms.
In case anyone was wondering about the numbers, its cooled down since last month, but the last week has been in the high 90s, feeling like the 100s.
Nothing to do but listen to Foux du Fafa with my French friend.
But there is a glimmer of hope. Whereas hope generally comes in the form of a ray of sunlight, my hope comes in the form of clouds. Dark, ominous, clouds. I pray aloud for thunderstorms.
In case anyone was wondering about the numbers, its cooled down since last month, but the last week has been in the high 90s, feeling like the 100s.
Nothing to do but listen to Foux du Fafa with my French friend.
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