Heat.

I was gifted an air conditioner today by a friend of mine. After running it for about eight or nine hours, it's still 85°F in here (29°C to my friends across the pond), just to give you an idea of how insufferably hot it has been.

My friend Meaghan is staying with me these last few weeks. She has graciously endured the hottest summer in memory in my stuffy second-floor apartment. The best idea I've ever had in life occurred to me in the car with Meaghan tonight, on the drive home from ice cream with The Girls - we'll take the memory foam off my bed and put it in the living room and camp out there! And from whence this post is born. Ladybird, her tiny dog, is beside herself that we are down here for her entertainment.

This is hardcore friendship boot camp - we live and die by our ability to survive this heat wave together. The freezer has several varieties of ice cream, the fridge is stocked with fruit. Everything has the potential to become a frozen smoothie. I feel bad that this place isn't more hospitable but misery seems to love company and we've had innumerable laughs about our plight.

They say the heat wave is supposed to break for Sunday. I don't know for sure who "they" are but everyone keeps talking about it, so it must be true.