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It's hot here. Hot as fuck. Hotter than fuck. Fuck can only dream of being this hot. Mum sent me an email saying that she saw a news report about the possibility of rain in Chicago, but I think the rain decided Chicago was too hot and detoured.

There is no breeze, there is no shade, there is no God.

But then I think about the fact that this heat will end by no later than September, while it is a year-round function in Austin, and I'm okay. When I moved to Chicago I noticed that the primary topic of small talk here was the weather, which makes sense in retrospect. There's no point in talking about the weather in Austin (hot) or Oregon (wet) or California (mild) because it's always the same, but here the weather is a neverending variable.

They say the motto of Chicago is "Urbs In Horto" which means "City in a garden" but I suspect the real motto is Et Hoc Transibit: THIS TOO SHALL PASS.

It might be Adfatimne calidus est prote, "Hot enough for you?"

Appropriately, jenna_thorn has tips on how to stay safe and stay cool.

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We are having the same weather here in southern Ontario. Twice in the last three days I've had outdoor meetings that I had to walk to get to, where "walk" is more accurately "ooze," "slither," or "slouch."

Also, my town is turning into The City that Pants Forgot. Bathing suits everywhere.

The heat seems to have inspired this weird solidarity in those of us who venture outside, though. I've had more smiles from strangers I pass on the street in the last three days than in the previous three weeks.