In Which I Whine and Sweat.

According to the weather network web site, the current temperature is 28C with humidity around 66%, thus making it feel like 37C (or, 98.6F) outside. Later on, it’ll be 32C feeling like 39C (102.2F).

Ultimately, it doesn’t matter whether you express that in C or F, it’s just fucking hot.  I don’t DO hot. I do “air conditioned” and I do “cold” and I do “wearing layers” but I do not do HOT.  Luckily, the dogs don’t “do” hot either. We walked slowly around the block – me dripping in sweat and them dragging their tongues behind them – and returned home to collapse on the tile floor. All three of us panting and hot and miserable from the trip.  I’ve recovered enough to throw my body onto the sofa and will soon hit the shower. The dogs, well, they have not yet rebounded. I can hear them panting from across the room. That, at least, is a blessing. Quiet, exhausted dogs.
My brain feels melty. I am almost wishing I had one of those ‘job’ things so I could sit in an overly A/C’d office and stare into space. Almost.

The sad thing is that it’s not even JUNE yet and I’m already complaining. It’s not even JUNE and it’s already in the 30s. Dear God, this doesn’t bode well, does it?