Temps have been in the 90s for the past two days, unusually hot and humid for New York in June, although I do recall being utterly miserable as a child in primary school. Head on the desk with nary a breeze through a half open window during the last days of the school term. Air conditioning was reserved for the main office where the principal and other officers held court. Even the auditorium was stiflingly hot and airless, all the worse on Assembly Day, always a Thursday when we arrived in our crisp white shirts and blouses, red ribbons or ties, and navy slacks or skirts. The rest of the week there wasn't really a dress code other than to be decently attired.
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I didn't make it to the gym yesterday. Instead, we spent three hours at the dog park, and then, once we got home, I had a fellow show up to give me an estimate on replacing the oil tank in my basement. While the tank is whole, the legs have rusted off and there's a good possibility that the tank will eventually suffer a horrendous breach, spewing fuel oil into my basement and the sump pump and the wetlands behind my house, and the stream that rambles down to the lake that's a back up to NYC's West Branch Reservoir.
Today it's hotter and the air is thick. I make it to the gym with little time for a full routine. Instead, I do an abbreviated cardio routine, a set of pull-ups and a few basic hip stretches to keep the sciatica at bay. Then it's time to change and shower and pick up my kid from the barely air-conditioned retail job in town.

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