Hot hot hot
I know that many of you will hate me for complaining, but it is too damn hot and sunny here. We’ve got Santa Anas, again, and you’ve probably noticed the fires in the LA area and Orange County. So far, none here, but you can’t help but expect it at any moment. It’s about 90º here, and so dry my skin feels like it is peeling off my face and arms.
It’s mid-November, football is on, and we haven’t even lit our furnaces yet this year. It’s just wrong. It’s even wrong for the natives who admit that it is hotter and drier than usual. The fire people are hoping the long-term forecasts of rain next year will be right.
Yes, the sky is an almost unreal blue, but you can only stand to be out in the sun for about 15 seconds before you feel your body desiccating. And the pool is too cold to even think of getting in it. At least in the shade it’s not miserable, but I won’t enjoy walking to/from the bus tomorrow if this keeps up. Ugh.