The minivan's air conditioning is once again not functioning despite my huge cash bleed to fix it last week. I drove to the gym cursing the red lights where I would sit and slowly bake.
I worked legs with Kurt which means...massive sweat dripping. My towel was soaked. I welcomed the minimal breeze of a fellow gym-goer passing by. I showered (which was nearly pointless) and returned to bake in the car, which I drove straight to the shop. I proceeded to walk about a mile and a half to my office with my loaded backpack and lunch bag, and arrived...dripping.
I spent the first five minutes of my meeting explaining/defending my sweaty state of being.
I don't live where cacti are native, yet our forecast, courtesy of WeatherBug, includes a cactus. That should tell you something. It's hot across much of the US and I realize it's far worse in other places.
Still, good thing I am not afraid to sweat.
Now to hike back to the car to drive it A/C-less until yet another (and hopefully final) part arrives on Monday.
Stay cool everyone....
