SSSBlog

Ugh.  Yesterday was another awful day.  The conversion from centigrade to fahrenheit is one of the most difficult for me, so I finally cheated and looked on a US site for the temperature in Paris Thursday afternoon, and wasn’t particularly surprised to see that it was 93.  93 and oppressively, painfully humid, with a hot sun filtering through thin grey clouds.  The Metro was like a sauna.  The heat became more a thing than a condition, an unfriendly, insulting being that made everyone sad and grouchy.  Suzie cried when she saw a picture of our dog Elsie on the computer.  Andrew cried for no apparent reason.  I didn’t have it in me to blog.  Everything seemed irrationally, but certainly, hopeless.  We all long for some cool green open spaces.

Fortunately during the night a front came through.  It is fresh and cool outside.  Hopefully it will revive us from our torpor.