Sweating

Sweating like a bitch on my way to work. Why do bitches sweat so much? (I mean, have you ever wondered?) The back of my shirt is wet from sweat when I get to my office. It is so uncomfortable sitting in the aircon with wet cotton on your back. If only we had electric hand dryers in the bathroom, but we don't. (just paper towel, which I fully approve of, except when you get to your office all sweaty and need an electric hand drier to dry the sweat, having walked to the office in the morning)

What is with this crazy weather? Melbourne is not tropical, although you would believe otherwise with the weather this last week. 100 % humidity, or thereabouts, most day. I so get sick of being sticky. 

Oh yes, that little thing called climate change.

How can people not believe in climate change now, when you can step outside and experience it. (I know it is just an inconvenient truth for conservative commentators, but we’re not all trying to suck money out of the corporate machine?) I guess there will always be stupid people in the world. And people that a different agenda suits for various reasons, of course. But what about the sensible middle? What about those guys?

I don't really get the rich business men to which climate change is an impediment to business, they, and their children, are going to choke, fry and die with the rest of us, no amount of money is going to save them from that.

So, um, come on guys, lets save our only home before it is too late. I’m not sure why that previous sentence doesn’t ring true for more people. Our greatest threat to existence and we’re all collectively in denial, it is baffling.