New York City’s sweatbox agony will soon be over. It was 103 yesterday and right now — 3:15 pm — it “feels” like it’s 101, although the thermometer is actually down to 96. Thursday will be in the high 80s and on Friday the average may actually settle down to the 70s.

I know that the climate in Manhattan yesterday felt like Abu Dhabi mixed with Panama mixed with a hot frying pan, and with everyone afflicted with an energy-depleting virus . The air felt trapped and uncirculated and unholy, as if a sadistic God had plugged in a giant reverse air-conditioner. Everything was happening in slow motion. Every couple of blocks I would visit a store I had no interest in visiting, just for the a.c. comfort.