I know I was born to lead a double life

You'd think we were living in tropical climes, what with the bizarre weather patterns we've been treated to these past few days. Thunder and lightning the likes of which I've never heard nor seen around here (or ever in my life, except for a night in Minnesota), humidity much worse than usual, sudden cloud-burst that resolve themselves scant minutes later... When I stepped out of the air-conditioned grocery store this afternoon, my glasses actually fogged up!

Air-conditioning in general is something I never would have expected to cause such soul-searching on my part, but the thing is that it seems wrong to me to plan what I'm going to wear on the sole basis of "How cold's the air going to be at work today?" because I walk to work, so I have to deal with outdoor weather as well. Admittedly, at my main job (ah, the life of glamour I lead; teacher by day, archivist by evening and weekends), the heating/air-con system is spastic at best, so I've learned that it's always wise to have a sweater or shawl on hand.

Only 20 more days of work before we leave for the Rock means four weeks of teaching left for me. I imagine that at first, the anxiety of having no personal income will be worrisome, but I'll get used to it.

My parents came over for supper today and we treated them to birouates (Moroccan, sort of like samosas), watercress and orange soup, lemongrass chicken and spinach with peanut sauce. Obviously, a menu that schizophrenic had us using three different recipe books, but it all turned out quite nicely, or better. The birouates, especially, were delicious. Leftovers tomorrow... :D