Where are we going, and why are we in this handbasket?
Sunday, May 10, 2015
It was 88 degrees in Boston today. Possum shared my disgruntlement at summer's early arrival, since our air conditioners are in storage in another town. Neither of us likes feeling feverish and sweaty, so we decided to spend the day lying around sulking and reading, and trying to be less hot. So we did.