Heat Exhaustion
October 9, 1997
No rest for the weary, Grandma used to say. Too true. Having thoroughly wearied ourselves with the annual shaking-out and storing-away of summer clothes, an exhausting task undertaken the moment the temperature dropped and the tomatoes drooped, we now find we have nothing to wear.
It's hard to concentrate when you are walking around in wool in perspiration weather. The fall suit that looked terrific in the mirror at 8 a.m. is worse than a hair shirt by 3 in the afternoon with the thermometer edging toward 80.
Nothing for it but to pull out the cotton. Whew.