Hey, it is 99 degrees out there. Right now, at six in the evening, in Portland, Oregon, it is 99 degrees. Ninety-nine degrees! I guess I should be thanking heaven fasting that it didn't make it up to the predicted 105. But I'm not, I am feeling, ridiculously, full of outrage and indignation, and like complaining loudly to someone. But that's just it, see. There is no one to complain to. No one can do anything about it. Whereas humankind can, in certain herky-jerky ways, affect the weather, or in other long-term, far-in-the-distance ways, can maybe-hopefully arrest a trend, but about days like this? Hot summer days where people in apartments with no air conditioning can actually die? NO ONE CAN DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT.
Humph. This was NOT well-planned.