Some of my friends and acquaintances elsewhere in the country are complaining that their air-conditioning is out, and lordy it's hot.
Oh, the suffering!
Okay. I live in San Francisco. I need a sweater.
And an umbrella.
This is rather English.
I wish to register a complaint.
Meanwhile, folks from the hot part of the country (Ted Cruz) are worried about space pirates. Heat affects one's ability to think. Here in SF, we are not worried about space pirates. We're worried about you lot.
Are you all right?
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