Don’t get me wrong: I loved the long, chilly spring. But I think it’s positively cruel to go from March weather to July weather in the space of a weekend. Last week we were seeing highs in the 60s, and now they’re in the high 80s and 90s. Disgusting. Chris and I are still shocked (and awed), so we’ve been hiding out in the apartment with the air conditioners going. If I could work from home for the next three months, I would.

I spent a couple of hours on Saturday sorting through all my summer clothes which were still packed from the move. (The fact that they’re summer clothes doesn’t mean they’re not black, by the way.) Now I just have to iron everything and/or make a few hundred trips to the dry cleaners and I can stop being miserable in long sleeves. Or I could just jump off the Queensboro bridge.