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]

Sounds legit. I'm rereading Sold Down the River for like the third time.

I just re-read that one last month! (And then had an amazing musicological experience.)

Meantime, lemme know if you need to come crash in front of our AC...

Thank you. I hope not just for inconvenience's sake, but I will let you know.