Who knew

the heat. Yesterday it cracked 93. I used to laugh at 93, but 93 and humid is different especially when you have been sleeping in huka smoked rooms. Just for documentation I switched it up to the Holiday Inn. One of my fellow DMACers was kind enough to let me borrow their room for the weekend while they go back home, though they got a hold of me after I had already payed for the room for one night. AC makes thinking possible in this mess. I think my allergies/asthma has been killing me in the BroDome as Phill likes to call it. Sleeping in a clean place sure makes the rest of DMAC do-able. I apologize if I have seemed grumpy to anyone but for those who know me know, no sleep plus heat makes me a little loco and a cranky monster.