Yuki isn’t the only one who has trouble with the heat. I, for example, loathe it. Given the opportunity, in temperatures over 90, I too would sprawl on the bed and refuse to move. Alas, work forbids. It’s impossible to write coherent prose while lying flat on your back. Don’t ask how I know that.
And I’m not the only one around here with that problem. The official high Wednesday was 96 (the average high for 5/14 is 74). Rhubarb and Watanuki adopted the usual strategy: lie down, spread out, and think cool thoughts.
Mind you, even in dire extremity, ‘Nuki will remain watchful. Note the baleful yellow eyes, even as he pants like a, well, you know. Dignity–and a high regard for the integrity of my skin–prevents me from completing the comparison.