Wednesday, July 23rd

This afternoon after work I was lying weakly on my bed, worn out from heat. There is no escape when the city is in the midst of a heatwave. All of a sudden I heard blaring music coming along the street—what sounded something like a male opera singer backed by a full orchestra at volume cranked up to 11. The music got louder and louder and louder till it was positively booming; I could barely believe the noise. I popped my head out the window, trying to peer down what I could see of Great Russel Street. I couldn’t really see anything, but after a moment I realized that others probably had the same idea I had . . . and as I looked around, I noticed a whole row of heads peeking out of fellow 4th-floor windows all down my little street. Ha! And that was my random occurrence of the day.