Given the choice, I'd always lean towards cooler climes over the hot ones. It's a breeze to bundle up and keep warm compared to peeling layers to stay cool. There's a clear limit to undressing before it's a trip to the police station. That's why I felt the need to jump into the janky time machine and skedaddle out of this scorching, irritable timeline I happened to be passing through. Just my luck, my ride’s AC decided to take a vacation, leaving me to stew in my juices during the several-years trip back to my primeline. Once I finally landed, I was able to step into my climate-controlled headquarters. What a relief.
Stay cool, time travelers.
Awesome Dré!