Too darn hot

Today I started recording a talking book of Scott Westerfield's Behemoth, the follow up novel toLeviathan. which I also read last year. What a ripping yarn it is. And how nice to be in an air conditioned studio on one of the hottest days I can remember in NYC. Even tonight when I came out of a restaurant after dinner it was crazy hot.

I write this in my underpants, too hot even to do a handstand (though I did one today in the middle of the recording, fully clothed, to help jog my jetlagged body into action after lunch).

Here, I am proud to say is a sizzle reel of my friend Eddie's Chic report, and guess who gets the final word?  Oh yes.

Off to sweat now. I am so glad I don't have fur.