This has been the hottest summer on record for Houston. Every day in August has been above 100 degrees. The last time it was this hot was 1906; before most people even had a car. If they’d HAD a car, they surely would have used it to commit a felony or two.
If it is this hot for another month, I will be committing felonies of my own.
It is too hot to go to the pool. It is too hot to allow Hazel to walk on the pavement. It is too hot for most plants to continue to live. It is too hot to sleep. I have experienced swamp ass of epic proportions, and for once I’d like to step out of the shower without feeling like I immediately need to step back in. Watching back-to-back episodes of ‘Northern Exposure’ (my typical cure-all for hot weather blues) is not working, nor is the Chipmunks Christmas Album I have on constant rotation.
Point being, MAKE IT STOP. Whoever is in control of the thermostat – Satan?! – please STOP!!!