Impossible to face Monday grammar and 105 heat index. It rained all around Philly last night, setting up a bubble of a steam bath within the city limits. The storms must be performing just outside the city limits, all sound and fury signifying nothing here. Was hoping they would rip through and lance the heat, but barely a spit take all night.
I’ve been out already for an emergency trip to the bank and to partially blind myself with the sun. Inspired by the runners and cyclists undetered by the heat. The motorists are already cursing, slavishly whipping around Rittenhouse Sq. destroying any momentary inner city bucolic peace. Maybe already thinking that they are sitting in traffic combat at 5:25 tonight. They can’t go fishin’ and really can you blame them for wanting to run me down as I wing past them that is stuck in broiling traffic. No brakes! no brakes! please.
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