Many of us have our rituals for marking the seasons. Planting flowers, raking leaves, shoveling snow. My measure of summer is the arrival of the temperature inversion, when being inside is suddenly cooler than being outside. Today's labor in the library is marked by temperatures that are rather uncomfortable for the jeans and polo shirt combo I selected this morning.
Despite being somewhat chilly, however, the temperature isn't what's nasty today. That award goes to an old man who's been sharing the library all day. Every 10 minutes or so, there's a furious spate of throat-clearing and phlegm-loosening that reverberates from the library walls. Get a tissue (or a spittoon)!
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