It was 90 degrees today. Everybody makes fun of desert dwellers because we always say temperatures in the 100s are okay because “it’s a dry heat.”
Well, Portland heat is not a dry heat. It’s nowhere near a truly humid heat, but it’s still not comfortable for someone who is used to zero humidity.
So I currently feel like someone replaced all the blood in my body with sand. Which is why I won’t be writing anything other than this.
Except to say that I saw Spy last night and it was awesome and you should see it too. Lady-tastic. No dumb fat jokes.