It's hot. Even the Italians, who didn't seem to notice the heat 5 degrees ago, now greet each other with comments about the temperature, "fa caldo!" or "ma, che caldo?!" The internet says we'll reach 100 today.
We both slept poorly last night because of the heat. We've learned to close up the window shutters during the day to keep out any sun, and we've put all the fans to use, but by noon, you can find both of us on the 1st floor of our house. It's the only floor that stays reliably cool all day. We make forays upstairs to check our internet, but once the sweating starts, we retreat back downstairs.
The first floor looks like a laundromat because John has taken to stripping down as soon as he gets home, tossing his hat here, his shorts there (he presides over the house in boxers). Last night I looked up from dinner to see John slurping up his spaghetti while shirtless. If felt like we had stepped back into the '70's.
You know what else is too hot? My computer. I thought maybe the transformer wasn't quite working, but I had it tested today, and it's fine. Then I thought maybe the upstairs outlets were no good, so I tried John's outlet downstairs, but it was fine. Then I plugged the cord back into the computer. Within two minutes it was hot to the touch. It's no wonder my computer is acting up. Here in Italy, far away from all my computer programs, and from American keyboards which put the @ symbol in the right place, the death of my computer is a chilling thought. For now I'm going to limit my computer use, if possible. Okay, I better go brave the heat upstairs and get this blog posted.
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