I’m sitting at the computer typing and sweating. It’s not a pretty sight. The weatherman spilled the bad news on the noon news. He don’t care, the studio is air conditioned. I can pray for a passing thunderstorm, but that might not happen. It’s our turn. In New England we’re supposed to have temperate weather, except May, June, July, August and September. There’s no escape because folks up here have an sense that tells them when the weatherguy is lying. They head for any one of the lakes, ponds or beaches that our state has early in the morning and sit around in a tee shirt waiting for the heat. When it comes, they strip off the tee and bask in the unfiltered sunlight. If…