It is approximately five frillion degrees outside, in case you were wondering.
I burnt my fingers closing the car door. Because the little handle on the inside was Kill You Hot. It’s been twenty minutes and they still sting. While I was driving, I discovered that the space between the heel of my shoe and my actual shoe was all that was standing between me and a branding. It was a close call, but I don’t think that mark is long-term.
Drew described the heated breeze as “post-apocalyptic” and I think that’s fairly accurate. There’s something deeply unsettling about a wind that feels like the blow dryer.
posted by mary ann 1:15 PM