This Heat Is Bananas

It’s been hot. How hot? No-Chapstick-tube-is-safe hot. Thigh-peeling-from-chair hot. My-muscles-have-become-noticeably-more-tender-from marinating-in-sweat hot (happy hunger games).  And in my third story walk up apartment, where you’re more likely to find Big Foot than air conditioning, the heat can be enough to mentally push you over the edge. I’ve even had to put writing cover letters on … Continue reading