In which Josh looks desparately for the kitchen door Hey, who's the boy from Texas who forgot what real heat felt like? This guy. All weekend long I've been singing to myself the old Irving Berlin song: "We're having a heat wave/A tropical heat wave/The temperatures rising/It isn't suprising..."

Haha. It is actually a little surprising, it actually feels like home out there. Humid as all can be, which doesn't nescesarilly feel like Fort Worth. I think we're peakingright about now at 94, although it actually feels like somewhere around 104 because of the humidity and the fact that I live and work within blocks of downcity Providence and I-friekin'-95. What bothers me isn't the heat, but that we're deciding to "sweat it out" at the house, rather than turn on our AC. Dumb? Yes. But it all supposedly ends tonight with some severe weather moving in, and I survived last night ok. I dozed off around 9:00 because...well it was hot and not moving seemed like the only sensible thing to do. But around 10:30 Becky called me out and I met her, Nate, Gideon and Kristin downtown for a beer/late night cheap food at McCormicks and Schmicks. It wasn't too bad walking down there, and it just felt good to leave the house!
Back home around 12:30 and I eventually made it to sleep, and then I left the house around 7:30 to walk to work before it got too hot. But now I'm sitting here debating leaving to walk home in the heat of the day or just staying around the office and kicking it here for another hour or so.

I need to make it home by 6:00 though, as the local ABC affiliate was here today and interviewing/filming us working around the office. Nice.

Maybe I'll head down to the Biltmore, read the paper the paper and have some tea and sympathy. Sounds good to me.

Today's high temp. in Beirut: A comfortable 81 degrees. Catch that breeze of the Mediterranean and man...well I think I'll sweat it out over here.

Oh no...what's this?
  ¶ 7/18/2006 04:22:00 PM