Weeknotes 338: Organic slop

Boiling. Hate it obviously — I’m not ridiculous. Most of this week has been submerged in the woozy fever dream of being uncomfortably hot all the time. Can’t think clearly, can’t sleep properly, can’t do anything of substance, just sheltering and surviving. If we’d been intending for anyone to keep living on this planet after all the millennials die we’d be absolutely screwed. I had no choice but to bust out the air conditioner to make the nighttime temperature even vaguely tolerable. It’s too loud to sleep with it on, also I’m not made of money actually!, so I have to do an uncomfortable dance of running it before bedtime to cool the bedroom, then turning it off and tightly closing all the doors and windows to Keep The Cold In, then going to sleep, then waking at 3am in a suffocating fug of carbon dioxide and water vapour, then opening the doors and taking my chances for the restless remains of the night. Three gyms, no notable weight loss. At least it’s air conditioned. I’m…