Feline Warrior

The weather lately has reminded me of living in Washington, DC. The sensation of pollution sticking to one’s skin, contact lenses feeling like paste nestled tightly against the pupils and the overall ickiness of dampness that just doesn’t stop.

Well, until you go indoors - to air conditioned comfort. If you don’t have air conditioned comfort, it’s awful. Oh, I have it now. But in my poorer days, I had one crappy window unit that would gather water inside and make a hideous buzzing nose. I’d have to turn it off, open the face plate and sop the water out. The more humid it was, the more often I’d be doing that particular task. Needless to say, nights were hell.

Now, though, I’m fortunate to live in a home with central air. At the risk of sounding hideously corny, I must say that I am truly grateful for my place in life. Sometimes I piss and moan, but really… it ain’t bad.

And on that note, an evening shower and then to bed!