It was over a 101.5° in the shade. It's humid (dear Mexico, you can send your people, just keep your stinking monsoonal weather, thank you, very much).
It's wearing me out.
I won passes to an advanced screening of the latest Riddick movie and before we left the house, I opened the garage door to let some of the cool air go into the garage (it was as hot in there as it was outside and we've got cats who live out there, they don't come into the house - Gracie and Autumn live out there full time and Phoebe and Opie prefer to be out there). We were advised to get to the theater early because they often give out more passes than there are seats. We got there an hour early and there was already a considerable line. We were in the sun. It was early evening, but it was still hot.
When we left, the outside temperature, according the car, was 78°. It was 9:30. As we got drove home, inland from where the movie was, it got hotter. When we got home it was 84°. And when we walked inside, even though I'd cleaned cat pee and the litterboxes earlier in the day, the smell about knocked me over. Of course, it was coming from the garage.
I really want this weather to go away. I want to clean the garage. I want to open the house and get a nice breeze. I don't want it closed up with the air conditioner. I dread the upcoming utility bill.
Today, I'll turn off the computer in the office. I'll turn off the peripherals. And I'll use the netbook in the other room.
It's supposed to be hotter today.
I'm so over this heat.