Weeks like this week are the reason I genuinely prefer winter to summer.

Seriously! My workplace is a 30 minutes walk away from my apartment and I don’t have a car. I don’t have central AC, I only have a small window unit that is barely enough to cool my bedroom. I now live with a cat who likes to go out on the patio, and she’s been giving me a pouty face all week because I’m like: “Sorry puss, for not putting your inch-long-fur-coat-covered-ass in 40 degree Celsius weather!”

That’s the kind of weather that makes it next to impossible to do anything except take cool bath, eat Popsicles and wait for the worst to be over. Which it should be, now, thankfully. Unless August has some mean surprise in store for me.