Originally I'd intended on a bacon mofo, but a sign on the drive-through at McDonald's said, "We are currently close for cleaning." That's what it said, "close". I'm still not sure what that means in a larger sense but I knew it meant approximately "THERE'S NO FOOD HERE!" and left the place, intending to go to the other one; but I changed my mind partway there and instead went to Taco Bell.
It seemed pleasantly cool outside, if still too humid. I wasn't uncomfortable, driving in the Jeep with the windows down. But when I got home again, I realized that it was still hot out. Inside, it was 78° and not humid, and it felt nice and cool.
The forecast has nineties as far as the eye can see. *sigh* But theoretically Monday will be about 10° cooler. I'll believe it when I see it.
As I woke up this morning, I thought about [ex-employer]. My work took place on a factory floor, and the place felt like an oven when it was about 82° outside. What's it like now? Shit.
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Here's an interesting thought. Without Hitler, FDR would be considered a failure.
It's often said that World War II ended the Depression, not anything FDR did, so it's not surprising; the quote, really, is just a very pithy encapsulation.
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I have to go buy stamps, and I don't want to. It's too hot outside. But it's not as if I have to hitch the horses up and sit in the sun while driving the 4.7 miles to the nearest post office, at about 7 MPH, all while wearing full-length wool clothing. This isn't exactly 1850.
No; I step outside of my air-conditioned abode wearing a t-shirt, shorts, and sandals, get into my truck, start the engine, and drive to the post office (which is a mere half-mile away) at a liesurely 35 MPH.
Jeeze-louise, us modern folks are wimps.
