It’s hot. Seriously hot.
Like being wrapped in a blanket when the last thing you need is a blanket, and the heat’s on high, and the windows are sealed, and the blanket is wool, and you think maybe you have a fever, but no, you don’t have a fever. It’s just seriously hot.
Remember years ago, like maybe a generation ago, some people started talking seriously about global warming and at the time there were so many nay-sayers on the other side, exclaiming that that was just nonsense, a hoax, and everything was fine and nothing was changing? Nothing at all...
And now it’s dangerously hot. And not just here in Sarasota, where you could fry an egg on the sidewalk, but pretty much everywhere.
It’s funny isn’t it, well maybe funny is the wrong word, but it’s something when you feel a thing personally, experience that thing, and can say, in this case, “It’s really hot!” and then have people in positions of authority say, “It’s not really hot. Nothing out of the ordinary. No icebergs melting here.” Well of course not, you moron, since there are no icebergs in Florida.
But I digress. My point I suppose is this. We should all trust our instincts more. If something feels dangerous, it may just be. If something sounds like a lie, it may just be. If someone is a pathological liar, they may lie again. And if someone changes their opinion about someone or something from hatred to admiration to idolization, all in record time, you might think,”Hmmm...”
It’s hot out. Seriously hot. And not just in Florida.
It ain’t the heat, it’s the humility.
– Yogi Berra
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