Such a weather baby.

I'm such a weather baby.  I hate hot weather.  Hate. Hot. Weather.  And I'm not even the fickle type to say, "oh, I can't wait for summer . . . . " and as soon as summer is here, say, "oh, it's too hot."  Nope.  I just hate hot weather.  My internal max is mid-70's.  If it's 80 degrees and sunny, no breeze, I'm borderline miserable, sticky, frumpy and exhausted.  I like 72 with a slight breeze.  And a rainshower in the late afternoon or evening.

So, when I was doing the morning commute getting Big to sports camp and the radio started squawking about it "being a scorcher", I changed the station.  The other station was blabbering about record highs.  It was 57 degrees (that's about perfect for me) and 8:01 am.  Nowhere to go but up, up, up.  

Today was hot.  Ugh.  Exhaustingly hot.  How does my brother LIVE in Phoenix??  I would die a long, slow, sweaty, painful, bitchy death.   I'm so relieved to see the forecast.  Partly cloudy and 5 degrees cooler tomorrow, afternoon thunderstorms on Wednesday, Thursday and Friday, with temps between 73 and 75.  As my son, the Percy Jackson fan says, "Praise the Gods."