Man, is it hot. Criminetly, as my mama says. And the weather people here, strangely, crow about the clear skies and high temperatures as if everyone wants it this way. Um, hello? It's too frickin' hot, man. One of the first things I noticed when I moved here 10 years ago was that the majority of people wanted the sun and looked askance at those who expressed a certain delight with clouds and rain.
Guess which group I fell into.
I really hate 100-degree temperatures, even though I do recall the Midwestern version of this kind of heat wave, where the high temperatures were linked with high humidity, and those weather people talked about a thing called the "heat index." As in "The heat index today is expected to reach 118 degrees in Davenport." Oh, thanks. Thanks for that. That helps motivate me to get through my work day. A person ought to be able to call in hot. "Hi, Denise? Yeah, it's me. Listen, I can't come in today. No, it's, uh, too hot. Yeah, I'm calling in hot. Well, go ahead and call Human Resources. I'm just sayin'. It's too hot. My dog and my three cats are lying balls down on the tile. They know it's too hot to move."
Which helps explain why I don't have a job there anymore.
At my current rate of posting, you'll see something here again in about November. See you then!
Heh-heh.
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