Gawd, is it ever HOT!
Actually, no…it’s not hot out here on the back porch. It’s just stuffy. The air, I think, is slightly damp, despite its cloudless state. And that makes it seem warmer than it is. And kinda uncomfortable.
Just back from a doggy-walk around the park. Traipsing, traipsing…Ruby and I are about the only ones dumb enough to be outside at this time of day: mid-afternoon. We make the circumnavigation — a mile or so — and stumble back to the Funny Farm. Ruby collapses on the bed. The Human flops in an easy chair.
Truly, I do think it’s NOT that hot. But it’s strangely humid and…well…reminiscent of soggy.
Wunderground pegs the local temp at only 80 degrees. Couldn’t have proved that by me! I’d have guessed closer to 90.
Humidity: a mere 24 percent.
Where DOES this place think it is? Saudi Arabia?
Seriously: it does feel vaguely reminiscent of the Persian Gulf, where early of a clear morning, humidity would drip off the eaves like rain. But nothing’s that wonderful.
WhatEVER…it does seem to be skeeter weather. Which is unusual, because Arizona is not a place that fosters the propagation of mosquitos, at least not most of the time.
Aim the table fan at the human and turn its switch to “lift-off” speed. That usually blows the little gals away.
My son still has my car, purloined at his house and locked in his garage. This makes it difficult to chase my fellow homicidal motorists off the road…and also to get groceries in the house. Certainly in this not very balmy weather. If I were ambitious, I’d call the Uber driver who lives across the street and put him up to driving me to a store.
But…
Well… Ambition is not my middle name. Certainly not today! So…we’ll have to scavenge something to eat. And failing that, go on a diet. 😀
Loafing is always better than dieting, eh?