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June 25, 2009
Cool!
Hey gang, so I'm currently writing to you from 35,000 feet in the air. We're traveling over the desert in NE New Mexico, and I'm typing away courtesy of wi-fi on my Southwest Airlines flight.
I was in San Diego for work, and the day before that I was in Tampa. The day before that, I was in Peoria. The week before, I was in Memphis. Yes, I'd say I've been pretty much everywhere at this point. It's tiring but rewarding, so I can't really complain too much.
The worst part about all this is that I've been stuck in incredibly hot places. In Memphis, it was 100 degrees at 11 in the morning. I had been given a convertible for a rental car, and it was so hot I couldn't even put the top down. Tampa was hell-like, and when I went for a run at 8 in the morning, the humidity was overwhelming.
But San Diego - ah, this was truly refreshing. The highs when I was there were 68 and 70 degrees, with no humidity in sight. I could walk places and run without fear of keeling over in a dehydrated stupor. If I could use one word to describe it, it was magnificent.
This all leads to my major point: I'm glad I live in Chicago. Our winters are long and sometimes oppressive, but the summers are mostly temperate, pleasant and bearable. What kind of life is it where you can't even go outside half the year because it's too hot? At least in a Chicago winter, I can dial up my scarf, throw on a heavy coat, and do what I need to do. So, Tampa, although it was nice to be there in March when it was a cool 70, you can take your summers and shove it.
Oh yeah, and it's all very meta of me that I'm able to track where I am, on the airplane, via this flight tracker. Boom!
entry no. 1393
Posted at June 25, 2009 07:01 PM