Today’s report

[beowabbit]

THE GOOD

• I got to sleep late.
• I got to meet plumtreeblossom near her work for lunch.
• I got my car back. The brakes work now.
• I helped desiringsubject and imvfd get some data off a failing hard drive.
• Having gotten my car back, I was able to run some errands I’d had pending for a while.

THE BAD

• Having slept late, I got a later start to the day than I had planned to, and didn’t get a bunch of stuff done around the house that I had meant to.
• My ankle — actually, my foot this time; the pain has moved — has become problematic again.
• I did an awful lot of walking before I called and found out that my brakes were done.
• Some of this walking was back and forth on what I thought was imvfd’s and desiringsubject’s street, before giving up and taking a cab to the garage that had just told me I could retrieve my car. (I later figured out that I had been on the wrong street, and that was why the street numbers made no sense. If I try to tell anybody that the hormones are making me less st00pid, please remind me of this fact.)
• I felt slightly rushed all day.

THE UGLY

• Yesterday’s high in Boston was 89°F (about 32°C). I suspect today’s high was higher. Right now, several hours after dark, the temperature is 83°F. Those of you who live in habitable warm places need to understand what the humidity is like. And the pollen. If I lived in Antarctica, it would be the middle of the winter right now! Sorry, everbody, I love you all, but the penguins call.

Comments

[scholargipsy.livejournal.com]

Yesterday’s high in Boston was 89°F (about 32°C). I suspect today’s high was higher. Right now, several hours after dark, the temperature is 83°F. Those of you who live in habitable warm places need to understand what the humidity is like. And the pollen. If I lived in Antarctica, it would be the middle of the winter right now! Sorry, everbody, I love you all, but the penguins call.

And I love you too, but the only words that spring to mind (with reference to anyone who complains about Boston heat and humidity) are "Cry me a fucking river." Come see us in Tokyo during the rainy season, daintyboy, and then tell me how bad the humidity is up Boston way.

Sorry. I had a very bad day.

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

scholargipsy speaks the truth. I've been in Tokyo in August, and I have to admit that Boston knows nothing of the true humidity that exists elsewhere on this earth. The worst of it was being a big, sweaty, probably-smelly, dripping wet Caucasian in a sea of perfectly comfortable and dry Japanese.

[scholargipsy.livejournal.com]

Shit, it's true. I'm schvitzing to beat the band, and they're all powder-fresh. Embarrassing.

[plumtreeblossom.livejournal.com]

I love Japan, but when I'm there I feel like a physical pariah. My sweating, my freckles, my size (which is absolutely average in America, but is plus-size in Japan). Men pay me no attention there, and I've heard the same from some absolutely gorgeous non-Asian women who spent years there without a date. I'm sure I'll go back someday, but it'll be in late Autumn or winter, so I can at least avoid the soggy sweating problem.