The Heat
Goodbye August! Goodbye to the heat from hell already. Be gone. Enough with the threat of rolling blackouts and with those blackouts the loss of power. The good, sweet power that keeps the air conditioner and the fans running so that we have some semblance of a temperature that is tolerable.
A few nights ago I caught a few minutes of the weather report, where they exclaimed about how hot it was all over the county. At one point I looked at the television and said, “Who are you telling? You think we don’t know it’s hot?” Which is just to say that when it gets hot like this the tempers also rise. Hot and miserable - not just a saying. The newscaster then raised her eyebrow and mentioned how this is pretty remarkable, especially considering that September and October are typically the hottest months in San Diego. She says with a cheerful smile, “So, it’s ooonly going to continue to get even warmer here.”
At that point I flung the remote at the screen in total disgust. Because that is just a big lie. I admit that the heat might be making me a bit irritable, but come on. AUGUST is the hottest month, and how dare that stupid weather woman try to warn otherwise?
The freaking nerve of her.
I felt a bit of a chill in the air this morning as I walked out to the garage. Also, I wore a dress today. Perhaps the chill in the air wasn’t so much because August (the actual hottest month!) is over, but rather that hell is actually snowed in and frozen over.
