| Hot and Unadjusted |
[May. 31st, 2016|11:48 pm]
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My transportation arrangements fell through, so my appointment to get my head yanked about by the chiropractor has been moved to next Tuesday. There's a good chance that next Tuesday will be cooler than today was, anyway, so maybe it's just as well. I've been sweltering since noon, and even with all the windows open and the fan on I doubt that, even by dawn, the house will get down to a temperature I'll find comfortable. I don't intend to turn on the air conditioner, though. I want to save that for the truly horrendous days that are undoubtedly in store for us this summer.
Well, today was actually quite horrendous, reaching a high of 109 degrees. Yes, that's one hundred and nine. Tomorrow is expected to be slightly less horrendous at 102, and after that it's supposed to drop into the balmy nineties for a few days. But the nights are supposed to get down into the sixties, so at least there will be a brief nocturnal respite. If this is what we get at the beginning of June, I hate to think what July might bring.
The crickets are delighted, of course, and chirping madly. But their song is periodically almost drowned out by the humming air conditioners of the neighbors. Those people must be made of money. I'm not, so I'll just try to enjoy the night as it is, as the crickets do. |
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