7:05 in the evening and, as we scribble, the thermometer in the shade of the back porch reads A HUNDRED AND TEN DEGREES!
Egad! CAN you imagine?
It’s hard even for me to imagine…and I’m livin’ in it.
What an awful place.
Wunderground tells us it’s actually 112 degrees out there. Supposed to chill down to a crisp 104 by midnight.
This is one of many factors that make me want to move back to San Francisco. And believe me: if I could afford it, I sure would!