*It’s too hot. Well, it’s not as bad as heat and humidity, but still, it’s bad. I feel like I’m about to get a heat stroke even standing outside for a minute. Hauling 70 lb boxes is not helping any. I’d rather have the cold–at least you can always put on another layer. With the heat, there is only so much you can take off.
*There’s this busy intersection that is always full of cops. Or at least I always see cops there whenever I pass by. (Never just one. Always several.) It’s the intersection right before you get on the interstate and frankly, I don’t see what the big deal is. I don’t think it’s a speed trap. The intersection is in the middle of a shopping area so pretty much everyone is inching along. Maybe that intersection has some mysterious cop attractant–sort of like mosquitoes homing onto their human prey–except there’s no actual prey.
*When I see a bag of packing peanuts labeled “biodegradable”, I feel doubtful.
*The Maze. Based on the puzzle book by Christopher Manson. Hint: There are certain rooms you will not be able to get to unless you think outside the box. I admit, my first approach to the whole thing was like the clueless travelers in the narrative, but I don’t blame them. The “guide”, however, was a pompous asshat. Well, maybe that isn’t quite the accurate description, but I didn’t like him.