Didn't get much writing done, I'm afraid. Spent most of the day cleaning the apartment in increasingly hot and humid conditions. By noon the apartment was a sweltering 28.9 C (84 F) at nearly 51% humidity. Might not sound like a lot to people south of the border, but coming out of a long, frigid Canadian winter, believe me...I felt like Frosty on a hot Spring day.
I broke down and arranged to go back to Cornwall tomorrow morning to pick up my air conditioner from storage at my parents' house. When I told Dad I wanted the A/C, he laughed and said, "Ha ha! You are the weakest link." (He thinks his jokes have gotten funnier since he retired.)
It's almost nine and I am beat. My brain is a sponge. I showed up to work tonight, but I didn't get much done at all. May be tomorrow.
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