Okay, alright, yes, it's hot here.

"I'm hot," said with a whiny voice, isn't a commentary on attractiveness. I went out at 7pm last night, and it was still hot, just walking down the street. By the time I got to where I was going, I was sweaty and drained and I rejoiced at the air conditioned book shop cafe. Billy seems unfazed. He's running around chasing a feathery barrette Susan gave him. It is a little cooler in my apartment than it was yesterday, although still 80.5 according to the thermometer. The windows only open about six inches, and I have the shades drawn down to that point, to let in as little sunlight as possible. Good for avoiding those pesky UV rays, too, I suppose. It's even hard to moisturize. After a shower, I usually put lotion on my face, or the skin feels tight as it dries. It's been so muggy that I can only put a little drop on, then I have to wipe off the excess. I know there are worse problems to have, but I'm just trying to paint you a picture. Man, compared to yesterday, it's delightful today. I do wish those thunderstorms would come my way. It's been about a week since we had one. The tap water here comes from some quarry, and it's pretty cold. Mixed with the heat of the air, an interesting (to me at least) result is that my toilet tank drips. The cold water held in the tank causes condensation on the outside of the tank, which drips onto the back of the bathroom floor. Isn't that weird? The toilet bowl doesn't do this. Perhaps the porcelain is thicker there to support the sitting.

My street, being a major artery, gets a lot of traffic. I previously mentioned the huge truck parade they have here every day. Well, not only that, but this must be the best way for emergency vehicles to get to those in need. As I sat at my computer all day yesterday, looking for a stinking job, I heard sirens seven times. I try to guess if it will be a fire truck, ambulance, or police car. I don't win anything if I'm right, but I still play.

People love to honk their horns here. I'm convinced that some people don't watch for red lights to turn green. They might be reading or finding a radio station, and wait for the honk from the car behind them to let them know the light's changed.

I've been here three weeks. I'm definitely glad I came, and I find myself enjoying the solitude (although I still love phone calls from home!). I am usually more social, but since I only have one friend here, it's just me most of the time. I'm joining clubs and making an effort, but I'm also comfortable with myself. I'll be happier once I have a job and know where I'll live in September, but I think I'm doing pretty well. I know many of you have moved to a new city. San Diego is a city of transplants (what, and give up this weather?!?), but Late-Bloomer Genoa took awhile to get here. Now that I am here, I can see how good this is for me.