Eating While Hot

Once, Ben had an intern at work who was from Korea. It was his first summer in NYC and he was miserable. So one day Ben said to Intern "I always thought Korea was really hot in the summer, too." To which intern replied, in a line that has lived in infamy ever since, "Yeah, but in Korea even poor people have air conditioning." Ha!

An undiscussed secret of New York is that summers are miserable. It's hot, it's muggy, the subway is like a garbage dump sauna, and when the wind blows from the west the whole place smells like the Hudson River. Plus the normal joys of living on top of 8 million other people. And of course, no apartments have central air.

Last year Ben and I broke down and bought a little portable air conditioner. I hate air conditioning, but finally conceded that it was too hot to sleep so something needed to be done. It half cools one room of our apartment, but it is better than nothing. My goal is to never break it out before July, and so far we've been successful.

But today we pretty much had popsicles in our underwear for dinner.

Here's hoping we can make it 12 more days.