86 Degrees at 10:30 p.m.
My mom had this Far Side comic on the refrigerator for years. So long that I now unconsciously perpetuate its punchline in my most convincing nerd voice every now and again when temps escalate. It is hot, hot, hot… still, well into the double digit p.m. The apthold inhabitants circle the erratic oscillating fan I rescued from the garbage like a christmas tree, hanging on for the 2 more weeks until we’ll be able to pick up an antiquated up-for-grabs air conditioner in Northern Michigan. It may be more bearable to hit the sack early but this here weekend has some unfinished business. Our houseguest, Jeremy, is on his way here from Western NY and I’m still kind of buzzed. If there was an ideal weekend to extend into Monday this would be it, being as my boss won’t be around and will be sans Blackberry, but it is best I get out of the apartment and into some conditioned air. I most certainly will be able to blog about something more than the weather. Good night, you princes of Maine… you kings of New England. Huh?