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Oh my god. It's like a million degrees out and someone somewhere in the neighborhood is mowing the lawn. At least I think that's what that sound is, though there isn't a whole lot of lawn to mow in this neighborhood. Maybe someone's finally attending to the grass outside the school across the street.
Anyway, my point is: It is a million degrees. Why would someone do that? Because in an hour it will be two million degrees? Okay, but in the evening it will probably only be half a million degrees. What is so urgent about mowing a lawn that it can't wait until you're less likely to get heatstroke doing it?
(As I type, the sound has ended, so it probably wasn't that, but I need an excuse to post, dammit. Maybe it was just a really small lawn.)
The first thing I did today was crawl into the bathroom for a cold shower. I don't think I've ever done that before in my life. The heat: I do not handle it well. At least I'm not living in any of the places where it's worse.
Anyway, my point is: It is a million degrees. Why would someone do that? Because in an hour it will be two million degrees? Okay, but in the evening it will probably only be half a million degrees. What is so urgent about mowing a lawn that it can't wait until you're less likely to get heatstroke doing it?
(As I type, the sound has ended, so it probably wasn't that, but I need an excuse to post, dammit. Maybe it was just a really small lawn.)
The first thing I did today was crawl into the bathroom for a cold shower. I don't think I've ever done that before in my life. The heat: I do not handle it well. At least I'm not living in any of the places where it's worse.
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