Can it be me, this three?

[sovay]

Me: It is hot. It is so hot that I'm not sleeping. It is so hot that I'm not writing because my faculties of cogitation have cooked into an opaque jello. It is too hot to think about eating. Or moving.

Also me: Oh, my request of the new Benjamin January came in to the library, I'll pick that right up.

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[sovay]

this makes utterly perfect sense to me.

I suspect the title of Cold Bayou will be more figurative than literal, especially in New Orleans, but it sounds cool and right now that doesn't hurt.