It’s the first summer-afternoon storm: and not even summer yet.

They roll up out of nowhere, loud thunder, drenching rain, then roll back out again, leaving everything even hotter and more sticky than before.

But it looks cooler when it’s cloudy, and the lack of sunlight means that the air conditioner works more efficiently. Result: my office goes from basement to morgue. I’m huddled over a cup of green tea, considering the addition of a shawl. Weather Underground tells me it’s 85 degrees outside.