Seventeen in Sweltering Summer Month

Another day where I’m going to skip the prompt I’d recycled.

I’m not at work; it was a hundred degrees in there. After half an hour, my vision and breathing were starting to go.

This is the sort of thing I have to put up with, physically.

I’m not happy that my boss wasn’t forthright enough to come check on me, or, if he’d gotten there before I did, call me and tell me that I should stay away.

So, there’s that.

On a similar note, I’ve had this out-of-town recruiter trying hard to get me.

The money is right.
The situation is a little sketchy.
It’s in a city I know little about, and questionable public transportation. (At the same time, it’s a city I’m very intrigued with the possibilities....)

I finally told him I can’t drive; we’ll see if that sends him away.

I become more and more convinced with each passing day that we belong somewhere up the Northeast Regional line.

Though it’s still hot during the summers, and colder during the winters, I can get around, and the cold doesn’t bother me as much as the heat does.