Grr.

It's bad enough that noise on the phone line means I keep getting disconnected from the Amazing Online Experience. But why is it that when I get cut off once again, immediately the telephone rings with somebody offering me a great deal on a home mortgage?

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I hate summer. A big reason why I hate summer is that my body hates summer--or possibly it's summer that hates my body. Either way, there's a basic incompatibility here. Not only am I not doing what I want to do, but there's plenty of stuff I need to deal with yet have been unable to because heat, humidity, and my corporeal form really aren't getting along. And the more time I spend without air-conditioning, the less able I am to get myself to someplace potentially cool enough not to sap my strength, my energy, and my will to live.

People have tried telling me that spending the summer without air conditioning will enable my body to acclimate to the weather so I will be bouncy and productive during the canine days. I tell you this from unhappy experience: People Lie.

On a happier note: Ice cream is a good thing. I approve.