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rejectomorph) wrote2024-06-06 06:35 am
rejectomorph) wrote2024-06-06 06:35 am
Reset Forty-Nine, Day Three Hundred Seventy-Six
The weather channel web site's forecasts have the habit of using the phrase "abundant sunshine" to describe days such as this. Putting a positive spin on it, I suppose. If we were about to suffer a major flood, I don't think they'd forecast it merely as "abundant water." But then I suppose many people would consider "prepare to be incinerated" a bit too much. That's how it feels to me, though. I came across 117F in answer to the question of how hot the mini-metropolis has ever gotten (it was back in 1972) and I'm having a difficult time with the consequent horror. It's only supposed to be 104 today, but a whole freaking summer lies ahead. Sooner or later there is bound to be one that gets hotter than 1972. I'd tremble, but I fear the extra movement would generate too much heat.
Wednesday the abundant sunshine almost turned into abundant water, as I spent much of the day lying in a pool of sweat, trying to nap. Overnight it got down to 79 indoors, but only for the last half hour. I expect I'll endure today only by constantly reminding myself that the high forecast for Saturday is a mere 92, and the nocturnal low for both Saturday and Sunday will be a pleasant 59. A few hours when I will actually be comfortable! I wonder if I'll be able to hang on until then? I wonder if I'll be able to hang on until tonight's 69?
Shopping will probably be Monday. I don't know if I'll arrange the bank trip for the same day or not. Or even if I'd be able to. Everything has grown more tenuous. And I don't think having the windows open all night is ideal. The unfiltered crap coming in is messing with my lungs. The pollen is either somewhat diminished or I have become partly desensitized to it, as I'm not sneezing much, but for the last few days a tickle in my throat has set of some unpleasant coughing. Something in the air is the most likely explanation. If it isn't one thing, it's another, as the saying goes. Either you're rattling your brain with sneezes or with coughs. But a bruise is a bruise is a bruise, right?
Wednesday the abundant sunshine almost turned into abundant water, as I spent much of the day lying in a pool of sweat, trying to nap. Overnight it got down to 79 indoors, but only for the last half hour. I expect I'll endure today only by constantly reminding myself that the high forecast for Saturday is a mere 92, and the nocturnal low for both Saturday and Sunday will be a pleasant 59. A few hours when I will actually be comfortable! I wonder if I'll be able to hang on until then? I wonder if I'll be able to hang on until tonight's 69?
Shopping will probably be Monday. I don't know if I'll arrange the bank trip for the same day or not. Or even if I'd be able to. Everything has grown more tenuous. And I don't think having the windows open all night is ideal. The unfiltered crap coming in is messing with my lungs. The pollen is either somewhat diminished or I have become partly desensitized to it, as I'm not sneezing much, but for the last few days a tickle in my throat has set of some unpleasant coughing. Something in the air is the most likely explanation. If it isn't one thing, it's another, as the saying goes. Either you're rattling your brain with sneezes or with coughs. But a bruise is a bruise is a bruise, right?