I’m well aware that I need to post something substantial here — a short story, a new recipe — but the truth is, IT IS SO DAMN HOT IN MY APARTMENT THAT I CAN BARELY THINK.
We’ve had a heat wave in SF the last week or so (heat wave meaning highs of around 85), and since my apartment gets afternoon sun from about 3 pm onward, temperatures like that and no AC translate to one hot home. We’ve been sitting around in minimal clothing, with several fans focused on us at all times, and yet the heat still makes one restless, lethargic and totally unmotivated.
So if I can, I’ll try and wake up early, when my living room is a balmy 75 degrees, and write my dedicated readers a story. All 3 of you.