Someone ought to open up a window
I have a second air conditioner. It makes earsplitting electronic noises any time you change its settings, temperature included, and I'm not sure why it needs a remote control, but it is in the living room window and therefore I can sit on the couch and type without heatstroke for the first time in weeks. I wrote this paragraph originally in all-caps and then realized that might make it a little hard to read, but that's how strongly I feel about this development. The main body of the apartment has been almost uninhabitable by me ever since temperatures spiked in late June and I really didn't relish the idea of living almost strictly at my desk until September. This is much, much better.
I had less luck in obtaining a protective case for my cellphone, since it's something like five years old at this point and I don't even think Verizon could replace it if it died. The Verizon store, the AT&T store, and Radio Shack all pointed me toward the internet. I shall begin this process tomorrow.
Because I was in Lexington for most of the day, I constructed dinner out of leftovers. A hot dog sandwich was exactly what I wanted to eat tonight. Then it turned out Berman's sells Green River Ambrosia's Ginger Libation, the ginger beer discovered at
derspatchel's reunion that is not a spiky ginger-flavored soft drink but an actual fermented ginger brew, so I took a bottle back to Somerville with me for consumption in future.
(Same establishment also makes a mead called Liquid Sunshine, of which Rob and I had half a glass at Grendel's once for free, because half a glass turned out to be all they had in stock and the waitress felt bad for us. It was brilliant stuff. Not apparently sold around here. I am going to see if I can order any through Ball Square Wines. You could feel the honey-sweetness in it rebound.)
I feel physically like hell—all the throatsore, congested symptoms of a viral cold, plus some bonus exhaustion because I don't get enough of that in my life—but I am not, actually, in a bad mood at all.
I had less luck in obtaining a protective case for my cellphone, since it's something like five years old at this point and I don't even think Verizon could replace it if it died. The Verizon store, the AT&T store, and Radio Shack all pointed me toward the internet. I shall begin this process tomorrow.
Because I was in Lexington for most of the day, I constructed dinner out of leftovers. A hot dog sandwich was exactly what I wanted to eat tonight. Then it turned out Berman's sells Green River Ambrosia's Ginger Libation, the ginger beer discovered at
(Same establishment also makes a mead called Liquid Sunshine, of which Rob and I had half a glass at Grendel's once for free, because half a glass turned out to be all they had in stock and the waitress felt bad for us. It was brilliant stuff. Not apparently sold around here. I am going to see if I can order any through Ball Square Wines. You could feel the honey-sweetness in it rebound.)
I feel physically like hell—all the throatsore, congested symptoms of a viral cold, plus some bonus exhaustion because I don't get enough of that in my life—but I am not, actually, in a bad mood at all.

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That song is always appropriate in summer.
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I wish you much luck with the protective case and the quest for mead.
I hope you'll be feeling better physically as well before too much longer.
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It's doing serious work for this apartment. I'm quite happy.
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That was one of the areas of the internet I was pointed toward. (Amazon was the other, interestingly.)
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I'm finding it hilarious that everyone I know in the Boston area has been complaining about the heat wave and I'm sitting here in Texas where the temperatures are exactly the same thinking how nice it is that it cooled down a little and isn't over 100, especially since I'm going to be outside all afternoon because I'm prepping for a picnic. (Weather.com says that it's warmer where you are right now but our predicted high for the day is higher.)
Note to self, find the sunscreen.
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How'd the picnic go?
Heat makes me ill; I don't think it would matter where I was. I get dizzy, nauseated, it doesn't matter how much I drink or how much salt I make sure to get into me, it's just bad. I'm not surprised I have the summer version of a hell-cold; I think my body has been working overtime just to make sure I don't clinically overheat.
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The nice thing about Texas summers is that everyone knows how to deal with the heat -- not in the body not overheating because you're used to it way, because you never get used to it, but in the technology can conquer this sort of way -- we were at a pavilion with a bunch of ceiling fans so we had a nice breeze in addition to shade.
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I went without air conditioning in this house for many years but after a couple of summers where we seemed to go from 'um, spring?' to the corner of Gehenna Avenue and Muspelheim Street by express I gave up. Even the cats are happier.
By way of distraction from your virus, have you ever seen, to your recollection, Petr Weigl's Winterreise?
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Oh, no. I do not mock his memory.
we seemed to go from 'um, spring?' to the corner of Gehenna Avenue and Muspelheim Street by express
Points.
By way of distraction from your virus, have you ever seen, to your recollection, Petr Weigl's Winterreise?
No; I don't think so! Is it a staging of the song cycle? The only thing I've ever seen like that was a recording of Peter Pears from 1970, and that's just a filmed solo performance.
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Please! That sounds really interesting.
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I hope you feel much better soon, and that ordering mead and phone cases goes more easily and cheaply than you anticipate.
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Thank you! The phone case situation is still on hold, but I have e-mailed the theoretically appropriate person about mead and we'll see what happens!