New York has been unsettlingly hot since I arrived this past Wed. 100 right now; I spent the first couple of days baking in 85 to 90 degree heat, till I got the central AC working again.
I’ve been mostly confining myself to the house, catching up on my summer reading.
Went out only a few times in the Subaru to go shopping. I have had no desire to eat anything in this heat: just water and Gatorade all day, and as a result I’ve lost 10 lbs just sitting around. But I plan to go to my favorite Chinese place tomorrow and pick up some takeout.
Meanwhile I briefly enjoyed the news about the Feds going to Mar-a-Lago yesterday to retrieve whatever it is that the seditious psychopath lifted from the White House on his way out.
I had been feeling somewhat “homesick” for Florida — as I miss my wife and dog something terrible — until I saw on the news a clip of cro-mag — or should I say maga? — pro Trump demonstrators in Palm Beach.
All the massively negative feelings I have about FL came rushing back.
Suddenly I was glad I’m not returning to that fetid shithole until Nov — unless some massively compelling reason arises.