This may fall into the category of Too Much Information.
[spoiler]I’ve been riding my bike for exercise this summer, and trying to lose some weight. I’ve got a 20-mile ride, along the river and back, and trying to do it every day.
One warm day this week, my curiosity got the better of me. I got home from the ride, peeled my clothes off, and got a large bucket. I set it in front of my chair, and sat so that I could capture as many drips as possible. About 20 minutes later, I poured it out and measured it; 1/2 cup of sweat.[/spoiler]That’s how freakin’ hot it is.
At one thirty am yesterday, it was still 101 here. No joke.
ETA: I live in Phoenix. It’s been 110-116 all week. Finally drops to around 106 at 8pm.
It’s horrible…oh sure, it’s a dry heat, but when it gets that hot, swamp coolers work very crappily. My poor cat doesn’t pant like a dog, either…she’s been lying like she’s dead all week on the cool kitchen floor…only sign of life to flick her ears when I walk by. I’m freaking hot as hell myself, I can only imagine how she feels. I feel so sorry for her an other pets in this complex.