This was the first day all month that actually felt like August. Most of the rest of the month has alternated between day that were what could best be described as tepid and days that were actually cold and/or thunderstorm-filled. I’ve had no problem with the mild August, though it seems to have disconcerted Steve somewhat that the month has been so autumnal (and I suppose I’d be a little more disconcerted myself if I stopped to think about the global warming implications, such as they might be). But today was much like last year around this time: hot, humid, and just short of oppressive. I had to sit on a bench inside Hatcher and take a rest after I’d walked across campus because the walk was physically draining. I’m glad I got my hair cut earlier this week, because I would have been absolutely miserable if I hadn’t.
