It's about 100 degrees here in the city after one week of rainy, 60-degree weather. I guess one week of Spring is better than no Spring at all. NY1 was doing man-on-the-street interviews about the heat, and one guy said "It makes my hair all sweaty and stuff, so I'm not diggin' it too much." Spooky, our all black cat, never fails to pick the hottest place in the apartment to sleep. I had to lift her out of the blazing hot windowsill in the bedroom with no air-conditioning, not even a fan going, and put her in the shade in the air-conditioned living room. Her eyes were all droopy and her fur was broiling. I think she had heat stroke. Of course she was right back in the bedroom in a matter of minutes so I just let her stay there.

"I've tasted a lot of unusual food for my country, but I drew the line at moose lips."
- Hillary Clinton, page 413 of Living History, on the moose lip soup she was served at the Kremlin by Boris Yeltsin. There is a funny scene at another dinner, where Chelsea is seated next to Strom Thurmond and he keeps telling her she's as pretty as Hillary:

"She's real pretty and you're pretty too. Yes, you are. You're as pretty as your mama."
Sounds like he's talking to a cat.