I am a huddled mass of a man, trying to ward of the New York humidity, which I’ve been sadly re-introduced to after leaving Maine.  It’s incredible how you won’t mind any weather you are used to, but that same weather will turn your existence frail if you are not.  Left without air conditioners (I hadn’t put them in before leaving for vacation, as New York had been so mellow then, and need a friend to arrive now so I don’t go out a window grasping my 10,000 BTU baby the size of a Buick) I have the energy for only one thing.   Here I am, huddled, conjuring up chilly phrases: billows of snow, snow job…

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