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We’re wallowing in dry triple digits here in Los Angeles, and even my hardiest cacti need a sip of water. To cope, I’m running in the mornings, taking walks at night, and pushing my AC to the edge like it’s the war rig in Mad Max. I am also, per the advice of my dear former colleague, managing my temperature and sweat by spritzing twice a day. With all that extra time spent under my shower head, I’ve drilled down on a few ways to make my late-summer/early-apocalypse ablutions…
