This is not supposed to happen in my corner of Oregon. Monday was 102°; Tuesday 106°; Wednesday 107°; Thursday 104°, Friday 102° and Saturday 102°. (The temperatures are from Hood River… subtract 6 or 7 degrees for the Upper Valley reading.) If I liked this weather, I would have stayed in Riverside.
My brain, which in the best of times is a marshmallow-like substance, has melted: picture molten marshmallow crème. It isn’t a pretty scene.
My body, which on a good day, wouldn’t be called agile and strong, has been turned to jello by the unrelenting heat. I have to pull myself by the hair to get from room to room.
Isn’t it odd. In February, global warming doesn’t seem like that bad of a thing. In heat of summer, it is the consummate enemy.
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