They’re predicting ninety degree weather in Seattle today, and I’m already working on my coping strategy. When it ventures above seventy I listen to copious amounts of Crosby, Stills and Nash and carry a gallon jug of water wherever I go. I’m like Jabba the Hut in hot weather: I’d rather hide underground and have semi-naked dancing alien babes dancing in my living room than venture into the desert outside.
I admire anyone who can function with dignity in the heat; it is a skill I do not possess. Time for some sweat and sexy times.