A record-breaking heat wave in Boston — 92 on Wednesday, 95 yesterday, and 90 today — meant some of us were miserable, cranky, and lethargic by Day 2. That includes me. I thought I might spontaneously combust. I grew wistful for our air conditioner, which I've never liked. But tonight the weather changed; it's breezy and in the 60s now, and I'm thrilled to be wrapped in a blanket while our curtains billow with refreshing air.
Possum assumes that we control the weather, so he can't understand why we let it get to the point where the cats took turns lying under the ceiling fan and I could barely get off the sofa.
Here he wonders if we've finally lost our marbles:
He hopes we've learned our lesson and that summer is over now.
But he isn't convinced: