Today I learned the difference between heat stroke and heat exhaustion

So, do all y'all realize how hot it is outside?
 It's hotter than two brown bears fighting over barbecue sauce in a forest fire.

(My brain is turned to putty in the heat. So much so that I have reverted to my southern roots.)

Apart from working a lot here in Ann Arbor, I've started straddling a grown-up job in Kalamazoo. This one requires putting on a full-faced mask respirator and body suit in a pseudo-Darth Vader fashion and squirming into attic crawl spaces to re insulate houses. Thinking about it, being in the lava like atmosphere of the attic is a lot like how Darth Vader came to be in the suit... My job brings it full circle.

But until such time that my rent is up here in Ann Arbor, I'll be running back and forth. And back and forth.

Last night I arrived back in Ann Arbor after three-day stint in Kalamazoo. I was pretty much bushed from three days of looming in the constant threat of dying from dehydration and manual labor and laid straight down to sleep. I woke to find my cat panting on the laminate floor of the bathroom. Technically, she's not my cat, so seeing her matted hair and watching her puff made me a little nervous. I immediately changed out her water for fresh iced water and let her out on the porch for some night air. Granted the air outside was only slightly less than the steaming humid soup air inside.
 No dice.
I was going to kill a rented cat unless I did something pretty quickly.

Funny thing about Ann Arbor, the stores that are open 24-hours are kind of a trek away. It keeps the small-town-island-with-a-big-city-feel going.

And that's the story of how I ended up driving for twenty minutes at 4:30am this morning to buy a fan that "my" cat is currently trying to hide from. I think the noise scares here. Closest thing I have to a vacuum, I suppose.