New York is melting

It is currently 100'F/38'C at 12:49 on Tuesday.

Hellfire.

Then the hot, wet air will arrive. Not rain, humidity.

Just plain hell.

I never thought I would look forward to 30'c, projected for the end of this week.

Had a near meltdown yesterday when Raccoon House insisted I stop watering the plants as runoff was leaking into the partially abandoned building.

My plants will die, I said.

It's a long story and I'm too hot to tell it.

And Vince crawled about on the scorching tartop on the edge of the roof and found another blocked drain in the gutter, so hopefully that alleviates the problem.

I burned my hands putting all my body weight on the black metal rim of the trapdoor through which we have to haul ourselves to the roof - the usual method of access (no upper body strength, no access). But the black metal was sizzling. I howled like a banshee. After that we used heavy duty gloves.

The roof farm will expand. Kind Ellen has ferried four large, light pots from her house in Pennsylvania and tomorrow I fetch them in Manhattan.

I know
it's too late
to really make farms
in the sky
but I
intend to try