Travelling for work on Monday morning. Off to Atlanta for a few days - back Friday morning.

I checked the weather, it was 40 degrees yesterday. My boss questioned the number of days I was going, as if I actually want to travel to Atlanta, hang with a client, eat ribs and fries and burgers and shakes, then kick back for a few spare days in Atlanta, known for its shopping and culture (not), doing N.O.T.H.I.N.G. but melting and roasting simultaneously in the heat.

I'm not a fan of extreme weather conditions. Makes me think of Emperor Ming up there in the clouds, laughing in a sinister manner as he twiddles gold levers and twists chunky dials, changing the weather by shooting thunder clouds across the sky. At least, that's what happens at the start of Flash Gordon.