If I get up at about 7:30 tomorrow, so that I can go for a run and still get some homework in before my 10:30 class, it will be about 46 degrees out.
Well, damn, that drop below 50 happened real quick.
(But I’d be a dirty rotten liar if I say that the bliss of going for a run through empty mountain roads, overlooking most of the city was somehow not worth it.)
I’ve been in San Diego for just over a month now. In that time, it’s been perfect blue sky with temperatures of about 76-80 every day, with lovely nights in the mid-60s. I have not seen a single drop of rain the whole time. Does this perfection ever get boring?
Summer has just arrived here in Ottawa. This past weekend, and the next few days, will be the hottest and driest it’s been all year. Global warming, my ass.
We had a limited summer here in Pennsylvania. No long hot spells, the “dog days of August” had a total of 8 days over 80, none over 90. 22 nights in the 50’s and 1 in the 40’s. It was miserable for swimming pools.
Ya know, as nice as that sounds I think I’d really miss the rain. I love a good storm coming through, one where you first hear the thunder, then everything starts to get dark, the wind picks up and then all hell breaks loose. I find that strangely… comforting.
Watching the national weather forecast the other day (we were glued during Gustav’s approach) I was surprised at just how cool much of the north and west is now and commented on the startling brevity of their summer. We’re still hot as heck, made somewhat worse as it always does by a passing hurricane.