45 f*cking degrees! I can’t remember what that feels like, just remember sitting in cars in delhi during those heat waves, why I was in cars during that heat, I’m not sure. But somehow I miss that heat…here’s it’s painfully perfect on a daily basis that you feel if you don’t go to the beach you should be rounded up, taken to a really ugly trailer and tied up with all those other bad people that watch crappy tv during hot beautiful, sunny days. Oh well life in a seasonal place. So, what else? Got to go and pick up loyal husband. Or royal, I’m not sure.