My previous post mentions in passing that I used a fan to try to dry out my water-logged computer. I didn't mention that I borrowed this fan from Guest Services in the hotel where I'm staying this week, or that I still have the fan (since I'm still faithfully using it on the computer each night, just in case the screen may dry a bit more).
Given that the heat index here in Washington is currently 101, and the air-conditioning in my hotel has stopped working this afternoon, at this particular moment, I am profoundly grateful that I have a fan in my room, even if I originally had it for a bad reason. Now I have to go somewhere with air-conditioning, before I melt.
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6 comments:
As a fellow Blogger With Needs, let me say that I have suffered profound disappointement when it comes to having readers do their chores. The readers are just terrific at the "Rah, Rah, you can do it!" kind of stuff (which is kind of motivational, but still forces me to do the crap myself). More than once I asked for papers to be written and books to be read on my behalf. So far as I can remember, you're the only one who came through, reading the French book (had you written a 7-page response paper, your contribution would have been that much more appreciated). Nevertheless, I am prepared to give back. My particular skill involves Judging. So, I am prepared to render said judgment on everything you purchase, decide, rent, barter, steal, move around, or wear for your first six months in America. No thanks are necessary; I am simply paying it sideways. Or backwards. Or something.
It's a good think you weren't sharing a room with Deb at this hotel. Has she told you about her heat and humidity issues?
Scott, had you and I discovered in college that we are soulmates, you could have lived through the year of Myers-Briggs with me. Some misguided pysch prof taught the basics of the Myers-Briffs personality inventory to a dearly-beloved-friend-who-will-go-unnamed-but-he-was-our-class'-Homecoming-King, and for a YEAR, DBFWWGUBHWOCHK's explanation for everything I said, did, or thought was, "Well, Steph, that's because you're a J." It was completely infuriating, and he was completely right.
With Judging, I require no assistance. It would probably be best for you and me to find hapless third parties that the we could co-judge together.
I'm like your dream come true, or your worst nightmare. I'm a P. I have only P. I have no J. My regular housemate has less than no J. We have to hire some J to get anything finished.
I have urged my J friends to try to get in touch with their inner P-ness, but so far I'm not getting any forward motion on that one.
(Yeah, I crack myself up. Every time.)
I have a catastrophic, desperate NEED to avoid humidity. I run my whole life based on dew point (dew point being a better measure of my suffering than "relative humidity").
I am indignant and take it as a personal affront when the dew point is above 50. Possibly you think this is hyperbole, or that I'm kind of kidding.
I'm not.
Deb, I see that today's dewpoint in Minneapolis is 54, and I would feel indignant on your behalf, except that the dewpoint in DC today is 71. And the high is going to be 100°.
Let me take this opportunity to command you to never go to West Africa. NEVER.
Taking this opportunity to goof off on the web, since my 9:00 seems to be blowing me off.
Yes, I will bill him.
From April through October, Phil and I report the weather to each other as two numbers. Air temp and dew point. So today in WaDC it's going to be 100/71 and that's simply an atrocity. I'm so sorry. I'll add you to the witness list for the weather war crimes trials.
Not only will I never be able to go to Africa, I will never be able to visit the excellent niece in South Carolina. It's just too risky. I don't melt, I get a migraine, vomit, and cry.
On the beloved iPhone we can track the weather of any place we're interested in. Everyone who fondles my phone adds their own home town to the scroll so I can be cognizant of just how bad I should feel for them on any given day. And I think last year I was able to convince my sister not to move to Medford, Oregon, because I reported the temp to her every day all summer.
Other Stephanie is from Australia, and her cousin is a science teacher who has started a program to plant trees because the hole in ozone layer has caused a dramatic rise in skin cancer there. I keep my AC on and feel really bad about that, because I might be personally responsible for that ever-growing hole in the ozone layer.
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