It’s Seven PM on Friday, and Ninety-Five Degrees: Surviving the Heatwave
The clock strikes seven on a Friday night. The week’s lengthy slog is lastly behind you, and the promise of a calming weekend stretches forward. Besides… the air hangs heavy and oppressive, stubbornly refusing to chill down. Sweat trickles down your forehead, and the thermometer stubbornly insists that it is nonetheless ninety-five levels. What must … Read more
