It is too hot. And worse than that it’s heavily overcast at the moment, so it feels like the air is pressing down, rather flattening me right into the ground. It’s muggy. It’s just gross out there.
I have SO much I need to be getting done today, but it’s just too damn hot to want to do anything but hide in the basement where it’s dark and cool.
And for all you folk in the really really really stupid-hot parts of the country? Yeah. I know. I’m weak and I know it. I embrace that about myself.
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Don’t feel inadequate - they have AIR CONDITIONING.
If anyone from a hotter part of the country gives you crap, just ask them, “What’s the temperature in your bedroom right now? Your living room? Oh, I seeee.”
Wet towel, I’m telling you. I took a nap this afternoon under a wet towel in a 90-degree room; slept like a baby.
July 23rd, 2006
I’m with you - it’s too hot (I proudly wear my Washington Weather Whiner badge). Anything over 80 is just excessive. I don’t live in WA because I’m a fan of the hot summer weather for heaven’s sake!
Mr. CPA bought an outdoor thermometer yesterday for our kitchen window. I’m not sure that it’s actually helpful for me to know just how freakin’ hot it is when I’m dissolving into a cranky puddle of sweat. (for the record our house was 14 degrees hotter than outside at 11:00 pm last night. oof)
We were sitting in the darkened living room in front of the fan clasping reusable ice packs to our bodies trying to cool off.
July 24th, 2006
Last night had the windows open and was running the fan for quite a while, thinking… it’s not getting any cooler. I figured it was my imagination.. but later around 10:30 when I checked the digital thermostat it said 84 (which it had been for the last 5 hours). The news at 11 gave me the answer. It seems that at 11 it was still around 84 outside so I was exchanging the 84 degree air inside for nice outdoor air at 84 degrees. That seems a pretty good definition of futile to me.
July 24th, 2006
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July 24th, 2006
I’ve started sleeping with a large, square ice-pack wrapped in a hand-towel. It’s like a lovely, giant, cold, teddy-bear. The anti-thesis of a hot-water bottle for the foot of the bed, but Oh, So, Nice.
July 24th, 2006