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I should know, after threescore years and ten in this burg (plus minus for time in Japan) that 20C/ 68F in September is not, repeat not, cool weather. Tank tops, not t-shirts. But today I wore a t-shirt and therefore sweated grately unless I was walking outside where the northern breeze could dry me off. However, since I was doing laundry at the 'mat, and among the things I was laundering were the two shirts I wear over the tank tops,  one of which I had to wring out after Wednesday, there wasn't actually much of a choice. Hapi coats are even more perspiration-inducing, and I can't imagine how I put up with them during menopause. I do know, in fact: I was bicycling. I never walked in the things. But now my shirts are clean and my towels are clean and my face cloths are clean, even if the laundromat still has no hot water, so hurray.