GAWD. I'm not built for this sort of weather. Give me highs of 60°F and I'm happy as... I don't know. Something very happy. Maybe as happy as a dog that you let eat off the plate. Okay, nothing is quite that happy. I'm dreaming about going to St. Marys and hiding there until this heat wave in the interior is gone. I've even looked up ticket prices. My office is in the low 30°Cs, which is something absurdly hot in °F. And the smoke has everyone in Fairbanks talking like they've been smoking two packs a day since they were 10 years old.
I open up the newspaper for the morning, and I find this:
I wonder if I could get my medical insurance to cover airfare... call it preventative care. I know there's a spare room with my name on it, and it'd be nice to go back...
“It’s a hot July pattern with no end in sight — good fire-growing weather.”
Temperatures might dip into the mid- to high 70s going into the weekend, but will rise again into the 80s by next week.
I know I'm not the only person feeling this way. There was a fox who was already hiding from the sun looking beat just about 10 minutes ago. I got a picture of it , but not a very good one - it noticed I was watching, and moved to hide behind my boat and a stack of scrapwood. In fact, it's mostly a picture of scrapwood with its tail sticking out. But it looks miserable too.
Everyone is saying `well, in three months it'll be snowing again...` As if that's a bad thing? I like winter. And you can't cool off by putting on an extra sweater.