It is full-blown summer in Estonia right now. Due to a heat wave, the temperatures during the day reach up to 33 C or so (91.4 F), and at night (for the few hours that it actually get sort of dark) it only drops down to the 20s (70s F). People flock to beaches and country houses on the weekends and after work. The heat is honestly not so bad– I grew up in an area with hot and humid summers, plus I drink water like a champ, so it’s not that hard for me to adapt. The worst thing is that since Estonia doesn’t see temperatures like this very often, most buildings aren’t air conditioned. For this reason, earlier this week the temperature in my office also peaked at about 33 C. Sweating profusely while doing nothing more than sitting at a computer takes some getting used to, but once you accept the fact that you’re sweaty and your hair is frizzy and there’s nothing you can do about it, it’s bearable. After work I’m even happy to get outside to go running (in a shaded area, where the breezes are so welcome and refreshing). I regard coping with the heat as practice– after all, in just a few weeks J and I will be on the east coast of the United States, which is being roasted right now by a more intense heat wave than Estonia could ever imagine. It’s been two years since I’ve been in America, and I’m so excited I could explode. Just a few more days of clicking away at my office computer in my nearly-deserted department before I get my big vacation too. I’m going home. I can’t wait.