FOGGY?????
Great Galloping Gods! No kidding: it’s 112 in the shade of the back porch, and lurking to north of us is a low cloud bank that looks for all the world like fog.
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Just got back from galloping around town in the heat. Dropped by the mechanic’s to describe the car’s latest eccentricity. She (yep: she ) wasn’t unduly concerned. She described what to watch for. Explained if and when to come back.
Over to Sprouts. Of COURSE they didn’t have what I wanted.
Through the heat to the Albertson’s. If the air is 112, what is the temperature of a parking lot’s asphalt?
Wunderground says the ambient air is 114º; predicted low tonight: 92º. Balmy.
This would not be an out-of-the-ordinary summer temperature…except…the real problem is, it’s humid out there. Hence: the fog-like stuff. It feels like effing Saudi Arabia.
How on earth my harbor-pilot father managed to work 8-hour shifts on those docks just mystifies me. How did ANY of those guys survive?
Frazzling up some chicken and some French fries on the grill. Hope the damn thing cools off enough to throw the plastic cover over it before that storm comes rolling in.
Must feed dog, so she’ll be wrung out (with any luck) before said storm comes rolling in.