Well, I’m back in Arizona. After spending the summer in some very different places, it’s almost reassuring to be back in a familiar place. It would be entirely reassuring except that it’s 103 today, and I’m supposed to think that it’s “cool”. I remember arriving here last year and thinking that it was just the absolute worst, and I think that I’m past the point of thinking it’s the absolute worst (it is, but it’s actually better than it was last year, so I feel less validated in my complaints), and I’m on to thinking the people who live around me are totally crazy. I saw a guy running when it was mid-day and 97 degrees today. I saw a woman running in pants when it was 80 degrees the other morning. I understand that it’s all relative, but I don’t think I’ll ever understand running in pants at 80 degrees. I can barely wear pants to class!