I can’t deny it’s that time of year again. The time of year when our apartment gets so hot candles droop flaccidly and you can fry eggs without turning on a burner. So tonight we sat there, sticking to the leather couch, trying to pretend the channel 3 movie could hold our interest when really we were wishing for the conclusion to Friday night’s cliff-hanger episode of 7th Heaven. We got tired of that, tired like a dog gets tired of being whipped, so we decided to high-tail it out of here. We ended up down at a burger shack getting a pair of chocolate malteds to go. We took them down to the waterfront and watched the boats in the gold glow of the dock lights bob up and down in the blue-black water. The cold salty air blowing off the water cooled us down alright, and that human feeling came seeping back like blood returning to a sleeping limb. Refreshed we came back for the channel 3 movie and a slow bake in this solar-oven we call home.