87° at 11:35pm here in the Hudson Valley. Let me repeat: it’s 87°and PITCH DARK outside.
It’s only 84° degrees at 11:44 here … where’s that electric blanket? Brr!
Fortunately, our heat wave just ended yesterday. We had about three weeks straight of mid-30s here, punctuated by the occasional thunderstorm (a few of which even had some rain in them). And of course, most residences around here (including mine) don’t have air conditioning, because it usually only gets hot enough to need it for about two days a year, here. Yesterday morning, I woke up, rolled over and looked at my thermometer, and cheered: It was 19.9.
Wimps.
It is 2 in the morning and 84 degrees. Yesterday at 2a, it was 82; tomorrow it’ll be 80-something. Last month, it was 80-something at 2a; next month, it will be too. Every one of those days, it’ll creep up to mid / high 90s with 70 - 90% humidity and an afternoon shower that does nothing but increase the humidity. Come back when you have this 6 months out of the year.
I was just thinking something the other night that’s applicable to this: I stepped out at 12a, and it had dropped down to 79 – I gave a little shiver and remarked to myself how cool it was, and how it’d be nice to drive with the windows down and the air off. That little shiver was the exact moment of my realization that I had acclimated.
Notes for the metric: 82 F = 27 C; 95 F = 35.
Hey it beats minus a bazillion in Febuary with a wind chill factor of minus 20.
Declan
Here in Merrie England God has finally decided to have pity on us after about 6 weeks of searing heat.
It’s pissing down as I type it’s quite chilly and by God I love it
The hell it does. If it’s cold, I can always put on more clothes. When it’s hot, you can only get so naked.
Thankfully, I have a ferocious central A/C, and no qualms at all about using it. I don’t know how you non-A/C dopers do it…
Dante’s complaining about AC?
And everybody always says that about the cold - “When it gets cold, I can always put on more clothes”. I for one HATE being all bundled up, it makes me claustrophic. You are speaking to the ten-month sandal wearer.
Frankly I’ll take the heat over the cold any day of the week. Or weekend. I hate bundling up – not for reasons of claustrophobia, but because I hate bundling up in general, and no matter what you’re still only really keeping warm by the graces of your own body heat, which withdraws from your extremedies the colder you get. Give me nice spring/summer weather where I can go out in a T-shirt and feel free to move about without restriction.