It’s 97 degrees Fahrenheit outside. 107 if you add the humidity effect. I just went to my car, drove across town to a meeting, drove back, and walked back to my office. The A/C in my car works part time – only at night. To sum it up in a word? Steamy.

I’m now sitting at my desk, in a sweater, feeling the sweat in my hair turn to ice. The A/C in our building is on Maximum Overdrive and the thermometer is controlled by some committee in another state that meets every fourth blue moon. My coffee has turned to a slushee.

Is it 5:00 yet?