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It’s been, like, hot-hot for the last week, with Boston seized by the same heat wave affecting…well, everywhere else. Personally I’ve never cared for summer, even before it entered its villain era. And after a few days stuck inside avoiding the heat, the cabin fever had properly set in. So when I saw the temperature was in the high sixties 1 this morning, it felt like the best birthday present. Like some misaligned cog in the planet’s inner workings had suddenly snapped back into alignment, and things started humming along happily. Naturally, I woke up too damned early, as is my curse idiom. I drank some coffee on the couch, and watched some Critical Role with the kittens until She woke up. Then I opened some lovely gifts, and fielded some calls and texts from friends and family. After that, I went out for a run. Pretty sure I’ve said this before, but I’m a slow runner. And I’m fine with that: I don’t run competitively, and I really just love getting outside for a couple hours. And…