Life in a Sauna

Summer is off to a steamy start in Champ-Urb. The humidity has been approximately 1000% every day for the past few weeks, and both my hair and my general mood have been adversely affected. Still, I soldier on, spending 20 hours a week in a facility called (swear to god) the Horticultural Field Lab, where I am processing the papers of a supercomputing institute headed by an astrophysicist. Super! (The astrophysicist liked to doodle otters). It gets a bit lonely, moving thousands of folders from metal cabinets into archival boxes for hours at a stretch, so I have been listening to a trashy British chick lit audiobook while I work. This leads to weird associations, like trying to remember where Maida Vale is while simultaneously attempting to decipher scribbled calculations about star M31. Thank goodness I am an expert multi-tasker. 

PO is giving Iowa a try for the weekend, so I am all alone! I had class today (yes, on a Saturday), a party last night, and a big week ahead, so I am lying low and trying not to sweat all over the place. I miss New York crazy amounts. Summer in the city was always my favorite, with the free shows and the outdoor movies and the migration of the rich people. And the SHAKE SHACK. Recently I have been thinking about moving back, mostly after I dreamt that my sister had a baby (which had an insanely large head) and I never got to see the kid because I lived so far away.  So I am visiting (with PO in tow) over the fourth of July, and seeing what chords the trip strikes in my heart.  Maybe Lizzie's in Paign will have to be renamed Lizzie Crawls Back to the City that Was So Often Brutal to Her? That's not as catchy.