Confessions of a degenerate liberal
It’s hotter than hades in Sarasota right now (6:45 p.m. 17th July 2010). My outdoor thermometer registers 95 f (35 c). It should have cooled off by now. I understand that most places in the northern hemisphere are also overheated. So I am not complaining, nor should I, blessed as I am with central air-conditioning, [which I set at 84 f (28 c]. That’s higher than the local norm. Nonetheless it is bearable if I slow down, drink a lot of water, and allow my electric fans to move the air. The outdoors temperature does not seem to bother Penne. She is “at the ready” for a walk at all times and in all weathers. I am happy to oblige her. I say to myself “what’s a bit of sweat?” and then we sally forth. We sally forth. Twenty minutes later we are back at hom e where a long drink of cold water helps; and the ever present electric fans greet us. Then I pause for thought and a bit of prayer. My prayer is of gratitude for my good fortune. My prayer is also of compassion f...