so hot right now

As though it's set on some sort of schedule, our AC goes out at work every single summer at its hottest point. We must have a super crappy unit or something, because it happens every single year, like its little PacNW soul is just shocked by that ninety-degree heat every time, and has to go blow a regulator in its exhaustion. Haven't we figured this out yet?

So there I sit, in my "lucky" atrium-like view seat by the water, roasting like I'm in some sort of life-size tropical terrarium. It's actually usually over-ACed in our, but by the end of the past couple days I've found myself feeling super sluggish, bordering on comatose. Me, inefficient? What a surprise.

The weather outside has been pleasantly balmy, however, and I walked up to the market to go for a swim after work, which promised to be refreshing after my afternoon baking. I was slightly bummed that the pool, which I usually hit up later in the evening, was full at the five-o-clock rush hour, but I doubled up with someone in the last lane nonetheless.

After a few laps, I stopped at the end of the lane to fix my bothersome goggles and just as my head came out, I looked over the edge, I literally gasped. Just a few feet away from my face a human foot (sporting a Teva sandal) and calf were laying up against the wall, the top portion shrouded by a towel. Call me naive for not being accustomed to meeting prosthetic limbs in passing, but it took me a couple seconds to register that there wasn't an unfortunately severed limb chilling poolside at the Seattle Athletic Club.

Sure enough, the SAC has its own Heather Mills, taking up a lane right next to me. As I realized this, and observed her one-footed doing the work of two, I gave herself a symbolic Hell Yes.

Hell Yes!

there are some good tunes playing here at Ladro right now, earlier were some choice selections from the Marie Antoinette soundtrack, a little Siouxsie & The Banshees, a little Gang of Four; now we're listening to a little Tom Petty. Right now, his American Girl- a classic:

Well she was an American girl
raised on promises
she couldn't help thinkin' that there
was a little more to life
somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
with lots of places to run to
...yeah, and if she had to die tryin'
she had one little promise
she was gonna keep

Oh yeah
all right
take it easy baby
make it last all night
...she was an American girl

It was kind of cold that night
she stood alone on her balcony
she could hear the cars roll by
out on 441
like waves crashin' in the beach
...and for one desperate moment there
he crept back in her memory
God it's so painful...
something that's so close
and still so far out of reach

Oh yeah
All right
take it easy baby
make it last all night

...she was an American girl

Word.