The first few hours of being out and about were the same length of time as the last few hours. But I got a lot more done, because it was cooler. The stretch between Walgreens and the well-stocked grocery store to which I weekly go was torture, and after tea the amble up the street from the bus stop to the bench outside a restaurant I like was like climbing Everest and rafting the Amazon combined. I finished smoking my pipe in a calm and relaxed manner while my legs tried to kill me or occupy the campus. Due to circulatory problems down there, those limbs are rebellious and terroristic when the weather is hot. As it was today.
Tomorrow promises to be more of the same. But worse.
I believe it should be around eighty degrees.
The question tomorrow is NOT "
where do I eat lunch" or "
where shall I go for teatime", but rather "
should I leave the house at all, or simply stay at home bellyaching about global warming and what the hell is this world coming to, why back in my day .... ?"
Perhaps I should acquire a pith helmet. If these excessively hot days are going to be a regular thing. It probably wouldn't help, but it would give me the proper attitude for the occasion. As well as a certain cocky arrogance.
More white colonialists die of climate events in hot places than anywhere else.
That is why the British crowd in Hollywood no longer exists.
It was their food and the ghastly heat.
Plus tigers.
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