weather much?

by first avenue, off came my jacket.

by third avenue, my scarf.

upon entering the subway, my sweater was being pulled over my head while i balanced two bags on one wrist and then the other.

all that remained? my cut-up hanes tank.

i left home looking professional and ready for work.

i arrived at said job looking completely disheveled, sweating profusely, a cross between a mad max and a bag lady, hair in a knot and red nose running.

please, miss nature.

bring it on.