It may be November now, allegedly, (and by the way, dude, how did that happen so fast?), but here in the Land of New Wye the temperatures are still in the 70s. Fine, fine, the low 70s, but still. That is far too fucking hot for November if you ask me.
I know everyone thinks the weather in their town is the worst (along with the drivers in their town, the customer service in their town, and so on) but I submit to you that where I live it actually is the worst. In the two years and four months I have been living here I have never stopped sweating. I am constantly, 100% of the time, forever and always, TOO HOT.
I abslutely long for cold days and snow and sweaters and coats and warm pajamas, but it is a vain longing. Instead I get baked by the sun when I go out for a run at 9:00 in the morning, I’m still sleeping in nothing but my skivvies, and I still have to run the air conditioner occasionally. Yes, in November. Please kill me now.
If no one in New Wye ever hears from me again it will be because I will have run away to live in a snow-covered cabin in Alaska.
Just picture me in here, thinking serene thoughts and sipping tea.
Ahhh, that’s better.
In other news, I will be sweating out the rest of the weekend with two Awesome Days of Domesticity. I’ve got laundry and vaccuuming and carpet stains and bathroom tile calling my name. Man oh man do I enjoy cleaning my apartment. That’s not even sarcasm; I’m just that cool. No need to tell me because I know already.
I’m also going to bake some muffins and possibly try making my own pizza crust. Oh, and I have heard the call for my tofu recipe, so I’ll post that too, soon. Excitement abounds!
Raveling Out 
I had some intelligent thoughts to share about weather and all that, but then I read “pizza” and got all hungry and every other thought was shoved out of my brain by the giant pizza image that grew there. So, thanks. It’s 7:30 on a Saturday morning and there’s nothing I want more than some delicious pizza. Awesome.
Ha ha! You’re welcome! If the pizza caper works out I will post some exciting photos of it, there by increasing the effect. Also, pizza at 7:30 AM sounds like a decent plan. Cold pizza for breakfast is a classic option!
Dude, I want that tofu recipe too. My girlfriend’s a veg and she’s getting awful sick damn tired and of me feeding her rice or pizza 3.5 nights a week.
Which, in fact, if she trusted me as people in a relationship ought to trust each other, she would be happily eating delicious vegetables like scallops, which I SWEAR really are a kind of shallot, and the newly developed Eye Round Squash. It is a red squash! A new kind of one! But instead she says I’m full of shit and I’ve got to come up with something else.
If only they really were a kind of shallot! Sigh. I’ll post the tofu recipe probably tomorrow.
hey doc:
abslutely
OH NO!
Went to a seminar by Bear Owsley on the weekend. Highly entertaining, and informative.
He said that there was no such thing as global warming, and that it was in fact the coming of the next ice age, so you may be in for a treat there in New Wye. Alternatively, he may be wrong. He did give up vegetables 50 years ago.