I like warm, but not warmth that clings like you're swaddled and can't get out. Yuck.

Walking into the MSI show last night was like walking into a wall of that. Every now and then a breeze would hit us and it was like THE HAND OF GOD.

I am barely kidding.

Of course, NYC gets weeks of summer like that. Heaven help us.

I like warm, but not warmth that clings like you're swaddled and can't get out. Yuck.

Precisely. It's hot and I can't get out breathe!

I've taken two more Benedryl and am sitting around feeling sorry for myself and annoyed with the insect world.

Your new mantra: "Look, I love the environment, but it's hurting my eyes!"

"Look, I love the environment, but it's hurting my eyes!"

I call that pollen. Fucking trees.

Yeah, WTF is up with the sudden hot for Pride weekend? I was all excited to finally have a Pride weekend where I wasn't sweating my ass off, but nooooooooooo. Though I did appreciate that at least it wasn't humid?

Went to the dyke march. Marched around. It was much more speechifying (beforehand) than I'm used to. BOOOOOOOORING. Skipped out in the middle ot have a drink with T (aka "Wallflower"). Fun. Then we marched. So, less anarchy than the DC one, but lots more people. Less chanting than I'm used to, too. I got some cheers going, which was fun, but couldn't remember most of the ones we used to chant (the favorite was "2-4-6-8, don't assume your daughter's straight, she's not, she's not, she's not she's not she's not", but "10% is not enough recruit recruit recruit" was also popular).

Eventually ended up back at my place with T and R (the "trolling for hos" one) for some drinks, snacks, and chatting. And then we headed out for dancing. Where OH MY GOD it was A FREAKING SWEATBATH. It must've been 100 degrees and so freaking humid in the club. I just about had heatstroke, adn I was wearing a small t shirt and a miniskirt. I left the other two there (though after some of our friends) and came home and took a cold shower. Good god.

Tomorrow, more pridefulness.

I call that pollen. Fucking trees.

Literally.

(((sj))), hugs for you, sucessful surgery wishes to your nephew. Try to breathe, and trust the doctors. I know you can't really stop worrying, but put that energy to something useful. Make something to send him, or his mom and/or older brother. And don't let yourself get caught in the spiral of worry--do something else when you realize you're futzing over things you can't affect. (((you))) again, just because.

Thanks, Beverly. You know me too well, with the worry. The surgery is actually going to be here in MA, so that it can be done by the same doctor who did his original surgery. So, I should be able to dote on him and spoil him a bit before he heads back home.

Fucking trees.

In more ways than one!

GC, more hugs for your loss, but also YAYs for the new kitty! SO cute! CBD also thinks she is quite cute.

I missed Hec's birthday! Happy Belated Birthday, Hec!

{{{sj}}} I hope everything goes well for your nephew.

There was more, but I haven't had enough coffee yet.

The kid needing surgery is a sack full of lemons. This:

So, I should be able to dote on him and spoil him a bit before he heads back home.

ETA: Yeah, that was probably a really dumb thing to say. But I'm really glad you will be able to be there for them, sj.

In conclusion: WTF. No, really. WTF.

Yeah. Thursday and Friday were perfect days. This is gross. I mean, it could be worse. The humidity is low, and aside from the pollen the air is pretty good (the sky is blue and not hazy white, yesterday at least you could still see all the mountains clearly), but ugh. And why are all our heat waves falling on weekends this year? At work the AC is strong and I don't have to pay for it. Here we have a window unit that more or less makes the first floor livable but does nothing for the second, and I know I'll be feeling the pain again in my electric bill soon.