Random Commuter Observation

Geh, what a day. Temperature in Your Nation's Capital will be up around the century mark this afternoon, with a generous helpin' of haze n' humidity on the side. After suffering multiple attacks of heat exhaustion, I've finally relaxed the Llama Dress Code to the extent that if the temp is going to be in the mid-90's or better, I won't wear a tie. I know, I know - another hammer-blow to the already crumbling wall of Civilisation. May as well hand the keys to the Citadel over to the barbarians right now and get it over.

By the way, I have a new theory that Metro deliberately turns off the escalators on especially hot days just to annoy its customers. There is nothing more depressing than finally getting off at one's stop in the evening only to find a huge bottleneck of fat, sweaty, clueless cattle trying to get up off the platform. Makes one want to hurl oneself onto the convenient tracks.

I could call this Dee Cee at its worst, but it isn't. Dee Cee at its worst is a solid week or ten days of this kind of weather. The air gets stinkier and stinkier, the hazy glare of the sun more and more maddening, and no matter how many gallons of water you chug, you find yourself growing weaker and more disoriented. Fortunately, we're only going to have a few days of the sauna treatment, after which it is forecast to break.

Of course, in a few days I'll be in Maine, too. I can't help noticing that the forecast high for my neck of the woods there today is 74. And that doesn't count the sea breeze. Sorry if I appear to be starting to obsess about this, but it's what gets me through this part of the summer.