105 degrees today. 105 tomorrow. When I walk the two hundred yards or so from my car to my office each afternoon, the skin on my face feels as though it's burnt -- as though I have first degree burns, flash burns. I find it difficult to breathe, and have to walk slowly, and seek shade.
At night, even though we have had the AC on all day, it is still hot in our house -- the AC can't handle this sort of heat -- until well past midnight. We lie on the bed, sheetless, whining. It's too hot to sleep. It's too hot to live in a world like this.
It's supposed to be cooler on Saturday. Down in the mid-nineties. Hah. I can't believe that sounds cool to me.