The Dog Days of Summer

I don't think I fully understood the phrase "the dog days of summer" until I got to east coast. Today is particularly miserable as the mercury hits 95 degrees F with 50% humidity. Not good, but not horrendous, given that the barometer can topple 100%, making the situation utterly unbearable.

What makes it worse in mid-town Manhattan, where I live, is that the cement streets absorb and retain heat, and the tall surrounding sky scrapers block off any breeze coming from shore.


So what do I do?
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