Somewhere Between Hell and the Surface of the Sun
It is so effin’ hot out. Eloquent, I know. But it’s true. It’s not hot. It’s effin’ hot. When walking to the mailbox, the car, or to take the dog out is this much of a challenge, I get cranky. The heat index is somewhere between Hell and the Surface of the Sun. Even in the air conditioning, I feel as if I can’t cool off. I’ve just made iced coffee, and I put some in the freezer for later (to eat as a coffee icee). It is tasty and procured from the lovely thestrangebrew.net — which has (honest to java) the best coffee I’ve ever had. I’m currently drinking sticky bun flavored coffee, and it’s liquid nirvana.
*ahem* But back to the appalling heat. I’m melting. Worse yet, the animals are wearing fur coats and must be treated accordingly. That means hosing the horse down and making sure the critters are properly cooled off. It also means watering the vegetable garden a bit extra, as well as the fig trees.
Last week, I had a conversation about the heat. This week is worse, mind you, but last week wasn’t exactly a temperature-based bit of bliss. I mentioned that it was getting too hot for me, and the person shot back, “What does it matter? We spend most of our time indoors, anyway.”
*blink* We DO? She might. But I don’t. Granted, I try to spend as much time inside as possible, but that doesn’t mean I never leave the house — or don’t have outside chores. I doubt my dog would appreciation a lack of walking, simply because the black top has begun to ooze like a Dali painting.
Of course, I realize I am spoiled. What did people DO before air conditioning? Fans only accomplish so much. And it isn’t really practical to call out sick to work, only to lounge in the pool, fruity drink in hand.
Today, I will not be cooking. I will probably nuke some turkey bacon on my neat little bacon tray, it will be sandwiches for dinner. Add some nice lettuce and tomato, and voila! Perfection on a too-hot-to-cook summer day.
What are your favorite ways to combat the heat?