39 degrees with the humidity. And it's 1:30 AM. This is the kind of weather that leads to bloodshed. Whoever invented air conditioning should have gotten a Nobel peace prize. Tomorrow I have to go to a training session downtown for 8 AM. And I'm actually not complaining TOO much because, though it's an ungodly hour for me, it's still cooler than if I had to go downtown midday.
My One Remaining Cat (as I call her these days) still loves sitting out on the balcony at night, though. It's her favourite past-time, she'll stay out there as long as I leave the balcony door open. Just watching the stars. Or plotting her takeover of the planet, maybe.
BENVOLIO
I pray thee, good Mercutio, let's retire:
The day is hot, the Capulets abroad,
And, if we meet, we shall not scape a brawl;
For now, these hot days, is the mad blood stirring.
