It amuses me when people ask what my July 4 holiday weekend plans are. With temperatures on the East Coast surging past 90 degrees—and a humidity point scientifically termed “Kevin’s body transforms into a geyser of sweat by just being outside”—I have no desire to do anything besides lay in front of an air conditioner and catch up on shows. (After all, few things are more American than lounging sedentary on a couch.)
