Fried brains
Forget drugs, that egg in a frying pan? That is your brain after walking across mid-town Manhattan in this heat. Why is it, that somehow this company seems to only pick 90 plus degree days to call me into the city for meetings?
Of course if they extend my stay (which looks likely right now), I will be longing for these days during that same walk during the middle of winter when they will probably pick the sub zero days to request my presence at the big dogs office.
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I’ve lived in Texas for 27 years TODAY, and I still hate the heat. When it’s cold, you can always pile on more layers of clothing.
Of course, I live in Texas, where there are only three seasons: warm, hot, and hotter-than-hell. I’m guessing between the intense heat here and the humidity there, we’re about even!