I hate summer. Always have, always will.
As a young ‘un, I was bored a week into summer vacation. And the heat…I don’t get it! People are annoyingly happy as summer approaches. Why? What’s so fun about feeling like you’re in an oven?
The heat index in DC is 106 degrees. But I’m inside. With working air conditioning. For now. Had a little scare this morning. I got up before the sun to put the finishing touches on an article for this publication, and it was hot. Unnaturally hot. Hmmm…
No power!!!
After a brief scare, the power resumed and cool air returned. Now I’m wondering if it’ll happen again. I don’t want to be like those poor people in the boroughs.
How hot is it where you live? Got any heat-coping strategies? Horror stories?
Why did God invent summer? 
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