It’s that time of year again — that time when I don’t go outside for two months straight.
Summer has its positives: lots of events, good temperatures at night, deviled eggs (for some reason this is the only time of year people cook them). But July and August are something else entirely. It almost becomes a second hibernation season.
I hear a lot of people enjoy this weather, when a high of only 97 means a July cold front has come through. I think I could spend my whole life trying to understand how that can be a thing. Instead, I’ll just sit indoors and wait for fall.
— Mike Allen
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