Third night of not being able to sleep at my own place because of the heat. This sucks. (Though I'm very grateful to have a good place to stay.) I guess it's just sinking in that nothing is ever going back to normal again. I've believed climate change was real all my life, and I remember noticing little things throughout the years: trees blooming too early, that summer feeling lasting a little too long into September or early October. But this is dramatic. And last summer was dramatic.