GIVE HER SOME AIR! In New York City, where I am, an unexpected side effect of the heat and humidity–I can’t breathe. I have mild asthma, and the air quality must be some kind of bad, because the bottoms of my lungs have that burning soreness you get when you’ve had a bad cough, or decided to run a 5K after seven years on the couch. Which, incidentally, I had to sleep sitting up on last night so I could breathe easier.

Meanwhile, tempers are fraying. I saw two ladies nearly come to blows yesterday over the last iced mocha at the local deli.

One more day until it breaks. Must . . . stay . . . alive . . . one . . . more . . . day . . .