This is a crappy cell phone photo of the work space where I currently am squirreled away in Denver. It’s a tent stretched over a steel frame. As an editor, this is the best view of the Democratic National Convention I am going to get.

The droning noise of the temporary air conditioning system is worthy of a call to OSHA, yet the tent still manages to climb to near-90-degree temps every single day. And the glare is blinding.

As of this writing, I’ve got a little down time between speakers at the convention. As the sun slips down, the air conditioning situation is changing from greenhouse to meat locker. Three more days in the tent after today.