It was hot today. Very, very hot. Some reports had temperatures in the city as high as 110°F, and it easily reached triple digits by mid-morning. Any thought that I might sneak into work early, ahead of the heat, was thrown out the window pretty early. Even at 8 am, Manhattan was a hazy, sweaty mess. By mid-afternoon, when I ventured as far as across the street for lunch, it was like walking into a wall of heat, like swimming in an oven. And the heat is supposed to keep up over the weekend, too, so that should be fun.
On the plus side, of course, there was air conditioning on my train and there again wasn’t any toilet water on the floor. So that’s good.