We're restored to a form of sanity with the temperature dropping to a more bearable level. It's due to heat up again but I am smugly washing my opaque tights as I am flying out to New York tomorrow. Actually I am going to Connecticut for a few days and then into the city and feel cheated that no snow is forecast but at least you can put another layer on and sleep at night.
I have a shocking headache which I am putting down to reading stuff about President 45 but I am heartened that people are rediscovering protest. I keep reminding myself we got through the Thatcher years but not by letting it all slide over us.
People, including a child and a baby, doing their Friday lunchtime shopping died in Melbourne this week. How is that for a stern reminder to be grateful every day for being alive?