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."