We’ve just come to the end of record-setting heat wave in France, with temperatures around 40 c (that’s actually only 100 f but that’s considered pretty hot here). None of the places I work are climatisé, so I’ve been melting away in what autocorrect made me call ‘unfair conditioned rooms.’
Yesterday after grading all afternoon, I came home and passed out. I guess I had kicked off the sheet but decided I still needed something to cover me so somehow I pulled my stuffed tiger on top of me, even though it was probably over 30 degrees in the bedroom? Thank Paul for finding this hilarious and taking a picture.
Also, I fell asleep on top of my iPad, and I sweated all over it and now the battery indicator is not working but I think I am way too embarrassed to take to the repair shop and explain that yeah it was working fine until I and a large stuffed tiger fell asleep on top of it during a heat wave.
I wish you would write a fic where the ex-Vengers are hanging around Wakanda post Civil War talking and one of them wishes Tony never became Iron Man. Wanda decides to grant that wish and they end up in a universe where Iron Man isn't a thing, a world where Tony Stark survived Afghanistan but never made the armor. Bonus points if Stane was able to lock him out of Stark Industries and Tony disappeared from the public eye afterward.