UPDATE 29 Sept:
I billed this as the humidity edition and I wasn’t kidding. It has been hot and humid summer in Mad City, but “humid” is equivocal.
The sojourn in Florida was good, insofar as I had the chance to visit my mother for a few days. She’s doing quite well. It was, as I mentioned elsewhere, interesting to watch with her the Kavanaugh hearing the other day, given that she spent many years as a police detective investigating exactly the sort of thing that the woman alleged happened. I don’t think I mentioned what she thought about her testimony before the Senate’s Judiciary Committee, but… she didn’t buy it. She pointed out some real problems with her presentation, particularly in her demeanor, her claims that there were certain things she didn’t understand, etc. Afterwards, she was on the phone with her woman friend of many years who was also a career cop: she had the same sense. Both of them reacted the same way on similar points of her time before the committee. So, that was pretty interesting.
Otherwise, there was a fair amount of coping with the heat and humidity, as was expected.
Now, back north, where the leaves are changing.
People are chatty today. Texts are pouring in. When I got onto the ground my phone spooned like a pinball machine. People even turned and looked.
Originally Published on: Sep 24, 2018
Leaving a place of high humidity (at least right now a oh dark hundred) for a place of even higher humidity.
I’ve been exchanging texts this morning with friends about the betrayal of our Chinese brethren.
And I forgot my Kindle! It will be well-charged when I get home. So I’ll be reading off a smaller than usual screen for a few.
I got a post written in the lounge. I still have an article to write for the paper.
When they say “comfort”, they are not using the word in the same sense that normal people understand by the word.
In self- defense I have my earbuds in and a tune near max.