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…a tropical heatwave. The temperatures rising, it isn’t suprising. She certainly can, can-can!
Sorry. Where the hell did that come from? Christ, it’s a Marilyn Monroe ditty even! Anyway, this out-of-focus picture is from the travel alarm clock on my desk at work. It shows the temperature of our office at 90° F at about 4:27pm. It’s quite warm… no, scratch that… it’s fucking hot in the Pacific Northwest, and it’s only May. I blame the sun! That big glowing orb of a star isn’t supposed to be so damned bright. It’s supposed to be blocked by rain clouds. This is the Pacific Northwest, ya know.
Luckily it’s supposed to cool off a bit tonight and over the Memorial Day weekend. The little desk fans that nearly all of us have are as useful as a limp dick in a whorehouse when it gets this hot. Hopefully we’ll get some form of air conditioning at the office before the next heatwave has us sticking our heads in the mini fridge… but I’m not holding my breath (I’ll be too busy panting).
