It was 107 today. That was what it “felt” like, according to some arcane measurement of these things; the true temp topped out in the mere mid-90s. You will not hear me complain. I like heat. I associate heat with the good things – beaches, the ocean, summer, not wearing 16 layers of clothing. Let me put it this way: after three months of very hot weather, I don’t think one becomes overcome with a sense of emptiness and depression. Three months of cold that makes your lungs ache and your fingers go dead is like being beaten with a cloth-covered mallet once every hour. The despair of February is a hundred times worse than the inconvenience of the afternoon sun broiling the parking lot you’re crossing on your way to an air-conditioned place. It’s not a summer if we don’t have a day like this. Now we’ve had it. Now it’s summer.
- Lileks
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