The News and the Weather

Last night I was baking hot, too hot to sleep, and I was sure it was some sort of catastrophic possibly hormone-related response to my 1) having eaten too much at dinner or 2) the general going-to-hellishness of life which is the way everything looks when you can't sleep but that doesn't mean it's not true. I learned this morning, from a casual conversation about the weather with a coworker, that no, it was that hot for everyone else in the area too, temperatures near 80 all night. Yep. There's some comfort to that: I suppose I'll wake up one night and it will be global warming or nuclear or tsunami armageddon, fireballs falling out of the sky, huge volcanoes heaving their shoulders out of the sea and spewing up great clouds of dust and boiled sea creatures etc., dogs and cats lying down together, plagues of locusts and rains of frogs and I will conclude that it is somehow all my fault and no better than I deserve out of life.