It’s 11 a.m., and the thermometer has already topped 90 degrees.
Again.
So, because misery likes nothing if not more misery, I checked the weather data for our little corner of heaven in summer hell. I wished I hadn’t. Ignorance sometimes is bliss.
The National Weather Service termed it a “Very Hot Labor Day.”
Duh?
And the historical data told a gawd-awful tale: the high temp has surpassed 90 every day since we notched a frigid 88 degrees on May 27 – exactly 100 days ago.
I live in south Louisiana, where summers are always humid, hot and long. We mostly bear it without complaining. We’d certainly never whine to visiting weenies from up north.
But this summer’s been worse. Average monthly highs have blown by normal averages since May. August’s hit 101.5, up from the month’s normal average of 92.2.
And the meteorologists – scoundrels and torturers, mostly – have forecast at least 10 more days in the 90s.
It’s not just the heat. A hot day, week or even month is tolerable. A hundred uninterrupted days of hot equals…
“Enough already!”
More weather whining
The hot question you didn’t ask
A stovetop lobster could explain
In the land of sweating turnips
