
All summer it was so cool and pleasant, I barely had to use my AC, which is good because AC dries out my sinuses and I become prone to nosebleeds. Then the last 5 days: upper 90s, even 100s.
I truly hate hot weather.
My S.O. has forbidden moving to Alaska, my dream. Alas. I’ll listen to her because she’s never steered me wrong yet, but, man, I’m looking forward to winter.
Today, however, on a Sunday–God’s day–the heat relented to the point that she had to wear a sweater in August. LOL.
I was quite comfortable in my flip-flops and shorts. Mid-60s. Perfect for me. Mike weather.
This is a picture, by the way, from the demolition derby we went to Saturday night. It’s a car on fire, but you probably can’t tell because I took it with my cellphone, which I got when W. was President. It’s so goddamn old you can’t even get the internet on it, which is exactly why I’m keeping it.
Takes crappy pictures, tho.
Whatever.
As we sat there in the crowd, watching the demo derby, beers in our hands, and listening to Merle on the loudspeakers, she put her arm around me and said “I would really hate to leave the Midwest.”
I would, too, honestly, but come on winter!