Day 3: spent working and trying not to melt
It’s still hotter than a sinner’s ass in hell here.
I got myself into a very long meeting just before i left the office (meeting started at 4pm, left the office at 8pm) and didn’t have anything to drink all meeting. Then I started walking back to the hotel. It is the first time I have ever experienced actual disorientation due to heat exhaustion. I got completely lost. You have to understand, my sense of direction is usual male in its proportions and accuracy, and New York is a freaking grid pattern. I have never had any problem knowing which way to go in this city. But today, things were different. I honestly went past Rockefeller Plaza three times. At some point I walked into a Barnes & Nobles just to get out of the heat for a moment. I walked out a half hour later with three books. Go figure.
By the time i finally got back to the hotel, I was dripping with sweat and nearly delirious. A very cold shower and half a litre of gatorade in one long, looooong gulp sorted me out, but it’s not an experience I’m keen to repeat.
So I’m eating fresh fruit and banana bread, watching Nightmares and Dreamscapes: the Stories of Stephen King, and working on a Midweek Cuckoo. Speaking of which, I will be back forthwith…