Mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun, so sang uncle Noel and he was certainly right. I certainly do. In fact, I’ve not only been out in this Philly heat, I’ve been running in it. You feel so disgusting physically and so taxed mentally while you are doing it that the rest of the day, you feel cooler. How mad is that?
Speaking of weather, Friday/Sat night 12:27, the rains finally came and I happen to have the windows open to hear the build up. after a long distant thunderous prologue, they crashed and slashed in and I ran outside and stood on the stoop getting soaked in seconds and catching epic lightning and winds lashing the trees. A couple was rushing across the street huddling under a useless umbrella which they finally put down and stood in the middle of the empty street for a kiss. Romance lives!