After three weeks in this city, I was all ready to categorize DC summer weather as follows: hot-and-sticky, hotter-and-sticky, hotter-and-stickier, and so-sticky-I'm-not-sure-how-hot-it-is,-but-it's-pretty-hot. Know how it feels when you take a shower and forget to put the fan on? That's DC pretty much all summer, regardless of the outside temperature. You step outside, you drip. Pretty much a done deal.

But no! I left the house this morning to find it dry(ish) - and 64 degrees! Fahrenheit! It's not quite my New-England-girl-preferred temp of "cold enough for your boots to squeak" (around 20°F) but hey, it's a start.

Lest I think DC and I were going to suddenly drop all hostilities and make friends, recent events have conspired so that I can no longer access the internet from my house. (Technically, this has less to do with DC as a city and more to do with our Comcast account having expired, but it's fun to place blame on amorphous urban poltergeists.) So while I'd love to upload pictures of my neighborhood or my snazzy lime-green walls... you'll have to wait until the end of the week for those.

And in the meantime, there's work! So much work to be done. Half of my office is currently either on vacation or attending conferences in Ghana or Kenya or Burundi, so my life as a working-girl is never over.

Enjoy your week!

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