It's all relative

and today I have to fess up that it's hot. Not Arizona style hot but New York style hot where you can life the air into loving spoonfuls and just standing in one spot will insure that rivlets of not cooling water will run down your face. We've travelled the boroughs this weekend with a sensational dinner at a funny little restaurant in Staten Island that we read about in the Times. The ferry over was very romantic and the ferry trip home was equally as romantic with a requisite subway ride home that I could have done without. Saturday was about making Miss Murray beautiful with a trip to the Groomer and then a trip to the Vet so that she now has a micro chip implanted in her back just in case she decides to go walk about on us in Maine. Then on Sunday we took another boat -- cause we're practising for Maine --
and went over to Governor's Island and biked around the perimeter. Again it was hot. Although the hottest I remember being recently was last summer in Xian where we biked the 13 or so walls of the City and neither Arnie nor I made it around because of the heat.

Air conditioning is beginning to look Real good