The pipes are still cold (old buildings in NYC are generally heated by steam from a boiler forced through pipes and radiators). There is an “AC Repair” van outside that’s been there since at least 7am, and I can hear my super yelling (he’s not good for much but he does yell well) at people in the hallway about heat.
I’m wearing two sweaters, a scarf, leggings AND jeans, and cuddling with my dog. A few friends have invited me over but I really would rather be here than go outside ever ever ever again.
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