Yesterday I wait ten minutes for a crosstown
bus to go to the Westside where I am paying a Shiva call. The oppressive heat makes being outside, even for a few minutes, just dreadful.
It’s too hot to make
dinner. I suggest going out to
Alexander. “Okay, but we’re not gonna
have a conversation about what I didn’t do or what I have to do, right? We’ll just have a normal conversation.” We end up going to Brother Jimmy’s for ribs,
and I regret it. The ribs aren’t great
but the calories are. Alexander and I
have a normal conversation (according to my son’s parameters for normal).
I wake up this morning and
weigh two pounds more than two weeks ago.
The Cape has more than wiped out any progress I’ve made on Weight
Watchers. And last night's ribs didn't help.
Today is day five of a heat
wave that is not expected to break until Saturday. 47 states are suffering the
extreme heat. If you don’t live in a
city, you can jump into an air-conditioned car, drive to your destination, then
exit into the brutal heat for a few minutes before entering another
air-conditioned place. But here, people
walk everywhere. And the sun heats up buildings and black tops, making a hot day feel even hotter.
I even go grocery shopping
in mini Lululemon shorts. I am too hot
to care.
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