It’s hot here. Too hot. And when I’m hot I’m cranky. And when I’m cranky I’m not fun. And nobody likes that.
All this heat and what comes on but ‘Seven Year Itch’. I can pretty much watch Marilyn movies on a loop. This was one of the first movies I saw with her. I was still in the South and so couldn’t understand how NYC could get that hot in the summer. I pis-hawed their complaints as those of the weak. Then I moved to NYC. Let me tell you they were spot on. With the right heatwave it’s a concrete, humid, oppressive hell. So there’s your fun fact.
Anyway, I’m writing today. It’s finally on cruise control. Took a long time to get myself back on the horse but I’m there. Write on, amigos mios. Stay cool. See you tomorrow.