Yesterday it hit 103 Fahrenheit in Atlanta; 110 with the humidity. Today it will be just as bad. I hope to crash with a friend this weekend, for whom utilities (particularly electricity) are included in the rent (i.e., fixed-rate). Turn on that air, baby!
Those global warming induced mild winters don't seem so great now, do they? I see the reinforcing cycle that could play out: global warming makes it hot, we burn out ACs, fossil fuels are used to produce electricity to power the air conditioning, more global warming occurs. They should put me in a documentary.
I walk to the MARTA and am drenched in sweat within two blocks. Vultures are circling by the time I get to the station. I pass the bleached bones of my neighbors, who unluckily had lived only a few blocks further.
I'm dreading the move next week...pushing furniture in this heat will probably be the death of me. *Thankfully*, it will cool ten degrees to a little over 90; I actually am looking forward to the relief.
When I moved into my New York City walkup, it was incidentally in the middle of a heat wave. Moving in and out of the DC dorms was always during the ungodly uncomfortable Washington summers. Because I don't have a fixed lease in the room I'm moving into (it's rather informal), I'd like to exercise a little foresight and see if I can plan my next move (and all future moves given most lease terms are for twelve month terms) for a more agreeable season.
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