Hot

Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot.

The fan on my iMac was running unusually loudly this afternoon. I realized it, too, was hot. It's now 9 p.m. and 88 degrees in our livingroom, even with both the front and back doors open and a fan running. The upstairs, a converted attic, is unspeakable. The basement TV room is about 78.

Perfect weather to listen to a ballgame on the radio. The Mariners are leading Anaheim 3-2 in the 7th...