Three acts.

June 14, Pittsburg.

Act One -12:30 PM.
It was already hot at six thirty, when Nicolas woke me up; by eight it was 91 degrees Fahrenheit (33 degrees Celsius) in the trailer. They didn't turn on the generator until nine thirty. The temperature got down to 82 (28 Celsius) after an hour of air-conditionned on low, to spare the network.
It's too hot to take Dylan outside so he's been cooped up in the 150-and-some square feet of space that make up our home all morning, and he's getting wilder by the minute, running up and down the length of the main room - 15 feet, tops - and still he's been up since seven and doesn't look like he's going to take a nap any time soon.
Act Two - 3 PM.
Dylan climbed up next to his Dad, looked at me and pointed at his diaper, I changed him, he climbed right back up there and crashed within seconds.
Act Three - 3:30 PM.
We just learnt there will be only one show today, at 7:30, no doubt because of the heat, which has reached unbearable highs. It's 85 degrees Fahrenheit (29 degrees Celsius) in the trailer, and we now have the air on high. Not the day to be sick. Fridman's been down all day with what appears to be a severe cold and sore throat. It started yesterday and with pain killers he felt a little better; today he's been so sick he can't swallow even water and winces in pain. When he tried to eat soup earlier he started crying.
I'm taking care of three men today.