Locust notes and weddings

Today has been particularly hot and sticky. As I walked to work this morning, Boston was bathed in a thick haze of moisture—almost fog-like. As I arrived at the office, the locusts in the park were playing their “Oh boy, it’s going to be hot” rasp. The net has been not-so-hot. I’m not sure whether it’s Code Red II or a backhoe through a fiber or what, but I’ve been pretty much unable to reach the Internet for much of the day.