And I can't really take it: all my childhood heat-training in Texas has worn off (though I was never the heat-hardiest of them all). I'm a wimpy Yankee.
When I was a kid, I spent summers outside at Girl Scout camp in the Texas hill country. (Though, today, it's cooler there by 2 degrees!) I spent time at my parents' bay house. (Hey, it's cooler there today by 5 degrees!) Wait, it's cooler in Texas today? It's even 3 degrees cooler in Houston!!
AGGGGHHHHH! Connecticut isn't supposed to feel like Texas. It can't. Literally--there are already power problems in part of the metro area. So I'm running the AC much higher than I usually would. But with the heat, you can't quite tell the house isn't as cool as usual.
I'm not going outside again. An hour outside was enough. Even with sunscreen, I was pink. And as wet as if I had been in the pool with Bud and Babysitter. Despite shade, hat, and two bottles of water. The heat wasn't bothering Bud either, or hopefully Sis at camp outside all day. I guess when I was a kid, I didn't feel it either.
I feel it now. I'm just glad, despite today to the contrary, that I don't feel it in Connecticut very often.
Come to Hampshire in old England where it is struggling to make 60F in the day and we put the heating on about 8pm for an hour.
ReplyDelete