Mind you, in the dark tomb that is my apartment office, I have yet to install my window air conditioner, although—thank god—I at last had a ceiling fan put in two weeks ago (that’s been sitting boxed in storage for two years). Truly, I never came close to breaking a sweat—that is, until I took the doggies out for a walk around 7 p.m. this evening.
Wow! Within 10 minutes, it felt like my body was raining from the inside out… A heatwave, indeed. And Thursday is supposed to hit 97 degrees. All I can say is what a blessing that the New Music Seminar closed on Tuesday, when it was a beautiful 75 degrees. Can you imagine what the already dank Webster Hall would smell like packed with 1,000 soaking wet sweaty bods? Yikes. *