Snorkeling along

Ah, we are washed by the refreshing waters of recycled melting ice caps again, for days on end. People are already succumbing to the despair of an atmosphere resembling the surface of Venus as depicted in that old science fiction movie, "The Illustrated Man,"wherein a character played by Rod Steiger goes mad when he goes out into the endless rain, suffering its percussive pounding on his skull. Surviving this temporary situation here depends on seizing any break in the weather you can, and getting outside; or if there are no breaks, getting out anyway. Or go inside for whatever aerobic activity flutters your heart.
The stories of Edith Wharton are dwindling. Next selection, via the book group's list, is Camus' "The Stranger." Sheesh. Even naming that title is polluted with political residue.