The infernal vortex continues. Fiery gusts make 116 feel like 140! And now that I have a car, I am seared and sauna-tized when I open the driver side door every afternoon. What the hell, all puns intended! The heat has given me a low-grade headache all week. The beat up rental Nissan's A/C doesn't work until I arrive home, so I roll the window down and what's worse tell me. And the A/C's in the flat seem to be laboring and there is no cold water from the taps. Ka toi!
And to make it precariously worse, the remains of the second molar on the lower left side that protruded like the tip of a thorn wobbled and finally came out while eating hummus and there is vaguely a little piece left visible though nothing is little about a simmering thump-thump absence. Is it time to visit a dentist? Only if I am robbed of my sleep or my ability to eat.
I booked a room in Al-Ain this Friday and while I do have a car I'll walk to the border and take a taxi to the hotel. Why fry in the car? Will I fry walking 20 minutes to the border? This concerns me unless I cross relatively early and then do what? Call someone? Go to mass?
Tomorrow the university has this open day where all the schools of thought celebrate the end of the year. Most of my students will celebrate tonight when they head off for home. I will be here, though, there is a third and final quiz to mangle into something passable. Next Sunday is a holiday and with the quiz on Wednesday there are two days of classes left. Of course there is the week after the quiz, which students like to skip because it's a 'tradition'. So basically we're done. And good thing, it's too hot to do what I am doing and it's strange because this is my thirteenth year in the Gulf and the heat has never bothered me as much as it does now.
An earthquake registering around 5 was felt in Dubai but not here. It is too hot to feel anything. Imagine people losing their electricity and thus their A/C. It'd be like...the 1970's around here.
And to make it precariously worse, the remains of the second molar on the lower left side that protruded like the tip of a thorn wobbled and finally came out while eating hummus and there is vaguely a little piece left visible though nothing is little about a simmering thump-thump absence. Is it time to visit a dentist? Only if I am robbed of my sleep or my ability to eat.
I booked a room in Al-Ain this Friday and while I do have a car I'll walk to the border and take a taxi to the hotel. Why fry in the car? Will I fry walking 20 minutes to the border? This concerns me unless I cross relatively early and then do what? Call someone? Go to mass?
Tomorrow the university has this open day where all the schools of thought celebrate the end of the year. Most of my students will celebrate tonight when they head off for home. I will be here, though, there is a third and final quiz to mangle into something passable. Next Sunday is a holiday and with the quiz on Wednesday there are two days of classes left. Of course there is the week after the quiz, which students like to skip because it's a 'tradition'. So basically we're done. And good thing, it's too hot to do what I am doing and it's strange because this is my thirteenth year in the Gulf and the heat has never bothered me as much as it does now.
An earthquake registering around 5 was felt in Dubai but not here. It is too hot to feel anything. Imagine people losing their electricity and thus their A/C. It'd be like...the 1970's around here.
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