I was going to say “it’s so hot you can fry an egg” but it turns out that the temperature needs to be at least 130F for that to happen.
But still…it’s hot here in Kyoto. It’s freakin’ hot. And not that “dry heat” blah blah. The kind of heat that makes me use up three hand towels just to wipe off the sweat from my arms on the way to work. The kind of heat that makes it painful to breath, let alone walk to work.
Naturally, I’ll be going to my martial arts practice later. This is because I am basically insane and enjoy losing 10 pounds in sweat within 30 minutes.
All this makes me wish for the cold reaches of space…
Well, maybe not. In a single day on Mars, the high can go from a pleasant (if dusty and oxygen-bare) 70F to a yes, you will die frigid -100F.
Let’s go back to searching for people trying to fry eggs on the sidewalk (literally hundreds of videos…what’s with the egg-frying fetish?) and trying to break the 60,000 word mark on the novel…