It's amazing more of us are not being shot in road-rage incidents. Yesterday, after the driver in back of me honked, once we stopped at a light I struggled for control.
What I wanted to do was get out of my car, walk to his, and announce that I didn't have a gun but that I wished that I had had one. I didn't do that. That's why I wasn't arrested yesterday. But today, another hot one, I am still not centered.
As The Washington Post reports, it's more than 129 degrees in parts of Kuwait and Iraq. Here in less-exotic Tucson, Arizona, the temperature this summer has reached more than 117 degrees.
On the Internet I am keying in cities in Maine and other less heat-oppressed areas of the U.S. and the price of apartment rentals. In 2014, I relocated to the Southwest primarily because of the Polar Vortex in New England. Maybe that was a mistake.
Meanwhile to get through the Summer of 2016, I have to monitor myself at all times. It is all too easy to cross that line from irritation to what could ruin my life and my communications boutique.