Summer, 16 years ago.  I am living and working in New York.  My office is maybe a 15 minute walk from my apartment.  Yes, summer in New York is brutal.  If it's not the heat that reflects off of every concrete surface, it's the 100% humidity.  I'm thankful I have a walking commute; the subway truly is that much hotter and more humid.  In this one summer 16 years ago, I am pregnant with my first child.  I'm in my 1st trimester and my body is going haywire.  I cannot handle raw meat.  I crave liverwurst.  I find myself very sensitive to smells.  And as luck would have it, it's brutally hot, and the garbage workers have gone on strike.  So my 15 minute walk turns into 30, because every half block I must avoid the stinking heaps and mounds of trash piled up on the sidewalks, rotting and flyblown in the suffocating heat.