I was playing around with Google Street View yesterday and realized that they’ve expanded their coverage of the New York City metropolitan area. (It turns out that they just added the new streets a couple of days ago.) You can now see every street in the five boroughs — Manhattan used to be the only borough with complete coverage, with just main highways covered in the other boroughs. You can also see some main streets in parts of New Jersey.

So yesterday I looked at the homes where both sets of my grandparents lived when I was growing up. (They both lived in different parts of Queens.) I also looked at the two-family house in Queens where we lived until I was three years old, before we moved to New Jersey. And I also looked at my NJ hometown. I could see my house, since it’s right near one of the streets with coverage.

I continue to be amazed by Google Street View, and by how it can evoke emotional responses in me just by letting me look at buildings I haven’t seen in years. Or even just a few weeks ago.

Now that the Democratic nomination has been decided, politics seems less pressing. There’s less of a need to click on Talking Points Memo 10 times a day. No weekly primaries to anticipate or results to parse. No reason to talk about superdelegates.

What a letdown! And a relief.

I’m cranky today.

It’s hot as hell outside. It’s around 100 degrees here in Newark, where I work. Newark is usually a couple of degrees hotter than Manhattan — the disadvantages of not being an island.

It’s been like this since Saturday and it’s not supposed to break until Wednesday. Of course I picked yesterday to go to the gym for the first time in eight months. I spent 30 minutes on the elliptical and then trudged 13 blocks home… very… slowly. I was just zonked. Sapped of energy.

We had enough foresight to buy an air conditioner for our new apartment a few weeks ago and get it installed. So that’s good. But there’s an air conditioner in the apartment two floors above us, in the exact same window. I realized this on Saturday, when it started dripping onto our air conditioner. Water dripping onto metal from two floors up makes a racket. It’s like a drippy faucet but three times as loud. It actually woke me up around 4:30 this morning. We sleep with our bedroom door open, because the A/C is in the living room.

I haven’t had a good night’s sleep on a weeknight in more than a week. We decided to rearrange our bedroom last week, but it was really bad feng shui. My head was right next to the bedroom door. I mean right next to it. So we put the bedroom back the way it was. But I’m still not sleeping well. Maybe it’s because we don’t actually have a bed. We just have a mattress. We really should get a bed. At the very least, a boxspring. And maybe a new mattress. And I don’t like sleeping with the bedroom door open. I like feeling like the bedroom is sealed off from the living room.

If it’s not one thing with this new apartment, it’s another.