I think I'm going to write a Friday letter, because why not? I can't see this becoming a habit because usually I've turned into a total slug by Fridays after work and various activities. I don't want to promise (or threaten!) anything by then.
Dear Germany: please, please stop being so freakin' hot! We're melting here with the temperatures in the 100s. It appears that high temperatures will continue in the next week. Ugh.
Dear stores that actually have air conditioning: why in the world do you keep your front doors open with the air on? That is DUMB and wasteful! These same stores keep the doors open during the winter, too. As environmentally conscious as Germany normally is, this behavior is completely out of line.
Dear German citizens who were wearing long sleeves/long trousers today, and the guy who was wearing a vest when the temperatures were in the high 90s: how on earth do you do that? Is there a secret? I was in capris and a t-shirt and was roasting.
Dear Volkspark: thank you for being a lovely, green oasis to sit on grass with friends.
Dear grass: I offer you no thanks for turning me into an itchy mess before I fell asleep. Dear self: I also offer you no thanks for not being smarter about the fact that you are allergic to grass and should have predicted this.
Dear people at the Volkspark who were doing...uh, something that you shouldn't have (to what percentage, I don't know/care): get a room. The Volkspark is not that room.
Dear little dog friends who are my company right now: you are rather cute, despite burping/snorting/panting in my face.