My brain whirls, my outrage grows, my humor is dampened . . . but none of this translates into actual words. So Whatever Works shall vacation for a few more days and I can only hope Orhan feels inclined to toss something of substance up here.
In Miami, where the AC is temporarily off line at my brother’s beautiful 17th floor condo, we have open windows on three sides overlooking upper Biscayne Bay. The brisk breezes off the water cools us. Not bad.