Chubby, brunette Eunice Kinnison sat in a rocker, reading the Sunday papers and listening to the radio. Her husband Ralph lay sprawled upon the davenport, smoking a cigarette and reading the current issue of EXTRAORDINARY STORIES against an unheard background of music. Mentally, he was far from Tellus, flitting in his super-dreadnaught through parsec after parsec of vacuous space. E.E. "Doc" Smith, Triplanetary, Chapter 5: "1941"
Friday, August 08, 2008
It's Not the Heat, It's the Humidity
Ah, give me joy of the summer's day! No air conditioner at work. Which I can stand the heat, it's the lack of air that gets freshened that has given me a migraine-sized sinus headache.
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