Christ:
Eight days in a row of highs near or at 100 degrees. In September.
After that, highs in the mid-90s.
God.
Christ:
After that, highs in the mid-90s.
God.
Another heat dome is on the way. Ugh
Today is almost nice -- 70 degree when I went to the park with the dog at eight a.m.
But next week looks terrible.
Two more weeks of summer.
It's been killing hot over the past week, with highs in the 100s -- 105, yesterday. Today, the high is predicted to be 99, and the same tomorrow.
After that, it will "cool down" to highs of 95 and 96.
But fall is in sight. Only eleven days until September, and once September hits, can fall be far behind?
Fingers crossed.
I was hoping coming to the end of the dog days meant we'd get cooler weather for awhile, but nope:
Highs in the high 90s and 100s for the foreseeable future. UGH.
The AC cannot keep up with this heat -- it takes until 9:00 before the inside temperature finally gets below 72 degrees. (I need it to be in the 60s to sleep.) I spend the day sitting between two fans and whimpering.
Six more weeks of summer.
In general I am pretty happy with how life is going right now, but I do have some complaints.
(1) I have to put my shoes on every day. Sometimes multiple times a day. Often socks are involved as well.
(2) If I don't feed and hydrate my body, it gets really cranky and sometimes starts hurting
(3) I have to fix meals. Like, every single day. Sometimes more than once a day! [See #2]
(4) Summer
(5) Dishes, laundry
(6) I have to take showers. It's such a production. First you have to arrange a time when the shower is not being used by someone else and the laundry and dishwasher are not running. Then you have to get out a towel and a washcloth and a bath mat. And soap. Then you have to undress. Then you have to get in the shower. Being in the shower is okay, even pleasant, but eventually you have to come out of the shower. Then you have to dry off and dress and clean up the towels and shower and bath mat and now there's more laundry.
(7) Not only to I have to bathe and feed and hydrate my stupid body, I have to exercise it. Even in the summer. UGH.
(8) Republicans and MAGA. Can't we vote them off the island?
(9) So many books are very bad. True, there are also good books. But I need to sort through all the terrible ones to get to the good ones. GOD.
(10) Once you hit about 65, everything starts hurting pretty much all the time. This is also when you retire and finally have plenty of time to live your life but how can you when everything hurts all the time?
(11) If you're thinking about getting a border collie mix, remember it's like installing external ADHD.
(12) Summer. Did I mention summer? Let's mention it again. It's going to be 101 degrees on Tuesday and there are still eleven more weeks until we can reasonably expect some cooler weather. If we must have summer, couldn't we just have it for a weekend in August like they do in some European countries? Or well, I guess as they used to do, since climate change has changed that.
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It's not as hot as it could be, I guess.
Highs in the 90s for the foreseeable future, plus high humidity. It's too hot to stay very long at the dog park, even in the evening when the shade is pretty deep.
July and August are my least favorite months. Could we not just skip them and go straight to October?
We've had a (relatively) cool summer so far, with highs in the 80s. But come July, the weather forecast says we're going to get into the 90s. UGH.
Today is cool and damp, because of all the rain we've been having.
Fourteen more weeks of summer.
Weather guy says we might get rain today. And the high tomorrow is 77?
Whaaaat!
It hasn't rained in maybe a month here, and the grass has gone crunchy underfoot, so rain will be nice. Fingers crossed.
Live on popsicles and watermelon. Frozen bananas and frozen peas are also good. (You eat them frozen!)
Never leave the house between one o'clock and seven o'clock. (We violate this one by going to exercise at 3:00 p.m., but we tried going at 5:00 a.m. and I was wrecked for the rest of the day, because insomnia.)
Get one of those re-usable cold packs for putting on injuries. Freeze it and put it on your neck and down your back and on your feet. Three cold packs is obviously better, you can do all three places at once, but they're pricy.
Move your workspace directly under your AC vent, or (in my case) your heat pump.
Take cool showers.
Don't cook. Don't cook ANYTHING. See living on popsicles, up there. (Dr. Skull violates this one at least once a week, making chili or a pizza, and I am SO HOT.)
Don't eat big meals, since eating means digesting which means your body is working harder which means it's running hotter. One popsicle, and then two hours later some watermelon, and then maybe a piece of cheese a couple hours after that. Yogurt is also good. Have iced coffee in the morning, and iced water with lemon in it after that.
Wear almost no clothing. (I have a spaghetti strap shirt and very loose, very thin shorts.)
Count the weeks left until mid-September, when maybe things will cool down. (Seven now.)
Whine a lot.
After three days of lovely cool days and 55 degree nights, we have a forecast of highs of 98 degrees and a 100 degrees coming next week.
We're having a high of 109 here tomorrow (that's 43 degrees to anyone living in a sane country), and highs of 100+ through the end of the month. Plus it hasn't rained for nearly 30 days. The grass in my yard crunches under my feet like toast. Smells like toast, too.
Christ, y'all:
Seventy more days before we can start even thinking about fall weather. Not sure I can make it.
I have rearranged my living room so that my new writing station is directly under the heat pump (which despite its name is actually our main air conditioner). Now instead of being 77 degrees at three in the afternoon my space is 74 degrees at three in the afternoon.
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Last night at midnight it was 89 degrees outside. And 77 degrees in our bedroom. We have a window unit in the bedroom, but it just can't keep up with the heat.
Sixty-eight days until we can reasonably expect the summer heat to ease, just a little. But who's counting?
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Just four or five days ago I was musing to myself, "Wow, this is an unusually cool spring for Arkansas. I wonder if this weather will keep up all summer? Wouldn't that be great?"
HA HA HA.
After a relatively cool spring, with days in the upper 60s and low 70s, it appears that summer has arrived in the Fort.
It's 76 degrees on the third of December here in the Fort.
I may have to put the AC on tonight.
But yeah, it's all just a liberal plot to destroy capitalism.
I'm currently reading Termination Shock, by Neal Stephenson, about rich Texan who decides to do something about global warming his own self. Stephenson, who would be a better writer if he could quell the urge to include snide comments amounting to "LOL librals are silly" every 40 or 50 pages, makes good points about the expense of climate change. I'm not entirely convinced by his fix, and the book badly needs an editor -- it's over 700 pages long, and honestly should have been half that.Also, the feral hogs seem a side issue, frankly. But I'm only on page 419. Maybe they make more sense later.
I swear all I do these days is fret about why fall refuses to arrive. Today, for instance, the high is projected to be 95 degrees. WTAF.
Weather guy is promising us fall in a few days. Fingers crossed.
...and almost cool.
Next week, we're back in the low 90s and high 80s, though.
I have hopes that we may achieve fall at some point before November.
A big rainstorm came through last night, with a cold front behind it.
Well: cold.
How about cooler? It was in the high 60s most of the day, and when I took the dog to the riverfront park for his walk, it was almost chilly.
Please let this be the end of summer.
