But we've abandoned germ theory, so it'll be more interesting. Spicy canning.
turtlesareneat
I actually love the feeling of a hot wall of furnace hitting me when I go outside. Thick smell of life in the air, chlorophyll, baking earth. The hot blanket of the sun. The sweat, the sweaty men, the shirtless men. OK I am getting off track, we were talking about sweaty men I think?
Hard hat and a white truck, you can do anything you ever wanted.
Our office is chilled like a meat locker meaning lots of us have space heaters under our desks, which in turn make the A/C work harder. It's damn depressing when you're someone who cares about energy conservation, but my joints can't take the cold.
Whereas I would be happy working outside until it's 100* or more.
I just need to change industries.
Unless called out, context usually determined AM/PM as well as what drugs to bring.
God cast the souls He created but deemed "bad" out into nothingness, Satan created a refuge for them so they could at least exist, if in the cold uncaring shadow of a vengeful, loveless God.
It's really not that bad except the paint job every 10-20 years which costs as much as a new car, but back in the day they had oil paint which didn't peel like latex does. Still, imo, worth it to live in an historic, unique, drag queen of a home.

Every day humanity fails in some very basic tasks that would ensure our future