So last night it was hot in the apartment. And someone (me) had the bright idea to make burritos on the gas range. After dinner, seriously I thought I might have a heart attack and die.

It was so hot last night in the apartment that when I ate my edamame, (you know, the frozen kind you can buy unshelled in big bags) instead of boiling them for five minutes I just put them in a bowl and let them sit out. For ten minutes. Then they were just about perfect.

And today, the thermometer in Maverick Square read 95 degrees. AT EIGHT THIRTY IN THE MORNING.

but now, the AC in my office is cranked up so high I’m wishing I wore a sweater.