Sweating and phones

We had our first 95+ degree weekend, right on schedule. I'm still barely even processing that the students are gone for the summer, so it was a bit of a surprise that suddenly June is here. Bring it on, I say. The sooner this summer is over, the better.

In case I haven't mentioned, my summer plans consist of supervising nine students while they build about 800 pages of a web site, and then launching said web site in mid-August. This is the tail-end (and yet the most important part) of a process that started in the dark ages of November 2004.

So, that's my summer. In contrast to everyone else, I'm dreaming about the vacations I'll be taking this fall. Details are still being worked out, but they will be lengthy and take me far.

But back to the 95+ degrees. The funny thing is, when you're soaked to the bone with sweat, as long as you're not standing in direct sun you don't even feel hot. At least, I don't. That's the threshold I reached this weekend, and it felt like I had superpowers. Now all I need is some of those fuzzy wristbands to wipe off the rivers of sweat running down my nose. The human body truly is amazing.

In unrelated news, I bought a finally bought a black rotary-style phone (it has cleverly disguised push buttons) for the phone niche in my hallway. The best thing about it is that it's shiny. The other best thing is that it has an authentic bell ring instead of an anemic electrical chirp, which I somehow hadn't expected. I thought that was too much to ask for.

The final best thing about it is that it's really heavy and could be used as a weapon. My dad was disturbed when I suggested I could smash someone's head with it, but Jo confirmed that yes, this is what people do in movies. So it's not like I came up with that myself.