So.

It’s a tad warm out here. And don’t bother telling me if it’s hotter where you are, because in the land of rain and moderate temperatures, warm weather always seems exponentially WARMER than it really is…

Look — my thermostat is stuck. Stuck. It can go no further.

It’s so hot, our lipsticks are melting.

It’s so hot, I can’t even really think. Brain dead. Thought-free.

It’s so hot, at work yesterday, we got more practical jokes done than actual… work:

This is John’s office. John hates cows and the sound of balloons popping. What better to leave in his office while he’s on vacation but balloons and pictures of cows?

And I was late for work anyhow… because of a train.

Damn trains. Is that because of the weather? I don’t know.

On the commute home, there was a total and utter lunatic correcting everyone’s grammar and brushing against women and smacking himself in the head and making two people laugh (a pretty blonde girl and a tall, tanned, drywall-dust-covered construction boy) who seemed to have some serious sparks.

Please. Let’s not make the bus any hotter than it is, people.

Then I got home, and wilted.

Cool showers, icewater, watching television…

And looking at this:

If that’s because of the weather, then I’m perfectly okay with it.

But I’m still brain-dead.

Ahhhhh…..