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Hot town, summer in the city
I seem to have gone back to summers as I knew them in the early 80s: warm, happy, blue-skied and invigorating. (Not the *late* 80s, mind. Those were simply hideous.) More recent hot years present themselves to me as muggy oppressive grey-skied ordeals-- climactic coshings. I could say we haven't had a *real* heatwave yet, which to me is 35 and up. Some of this might, oddly, be down to the anti-kuyo pills which allow me to live in the moment without worrying about what the weather will be doing next month and how we'll fill the shifts next week and who'll be teething or howling tomorrow. Makes the present much easier to take.
So does having working central AC, I must say. So does the prolonged absence of various work nemeses. Mustn't wish them not to come back, because that presents other problems: but maybe they won't come back without my wishing for it.
And we had mail today, since the gov't hasn't yet locked out the postal workers. One could be forgiven for thinking they had, since the last mail I got was a week ago. No 100 Demons, but a low gas bill and a notice that the gov't has raised my property tax rebate by about $120, which is nice, since they've raised my property tax by more than twice that. But I am grateful for what I get.
So does having working central AC, I must say. So does the prolonged absence of various work nemeses. Mustn't wish them not to come back, because that presents other problems: but maybe they won't come back without my wishing for it.
And we had mail today, since the gov't hasn't yet locked out the postal workers. One could be forgiven for thinking they had, since the last mail I got was a week ago. No 100 Demons, but a low gas bill and a notice that the gov't has raised my property tax rebate by about $120, which is nice, since they've raised my property tax by more than twice that. But I am grateful for what I get.