this weekend

imaginary outfit: time in the city with my parents



It's been hotter than hot in the city. The air is so dense with heat that when I'm outside, I feel nearly buoyant, strangely balloon-like and weightless. It's weirdly enjoyable, but only in small doses. I'll be glad to get below 90 again. Until then, crisp white shirts are the order of the day.

My parents are coming to visit this weekend, so heat or no heat, there will be:
I can't wait. Happy weekend.

Oh, and next week: tigers.