Weeknotes 345: Murky hooch

I realise you’re sick of hearing about this, but I’m sick of experiencing it, so take it: I hate the heat. I can’t sleep, I can’t think straight, my brain doesn’t work properly in general. I’m flustered and irritable and short-tempered. At least I have an office to go to, which I did every day this week. It’s slightly too cold in there but that’s a treat considering the alternative. It’s cooler…