It's like 95 degrees here and humid. Wah. It's so hot I don't even have the energy to whine satisfactorily. Celeste has melted into a little hairy puddle on the floor. She solidifies after 9 pm and bounces back to life. The only one who has energy is O, and he doesn't have that much to spare. And me? I'm just thankful that we have an air-conditioned teacher's lounge at work. We suffocate in the classrooms, then crawl back to to teacher's lounge to recover for 10 minutes before heading back to the next classroom oven.
Please send snow.