The thermostat here in the house says 80 degrees. That’s with the aid of a box air conditioner and a room fan.
Yet when I walked in from outside, it felt like a 69 degree oasis.
Afterall, it’s closer to 98 degrees outside…
I’ve never been good with hot weather. Fuck knows how I survived Durban.
I also committed the mortal sin of watering my plants every other day instead of every day… and my cilantro has paid a bitter price.
OK, back to work. I’m working. Really.