So how hot is it in the Sacramento Valley right now? I mean, the weather folks say 105 degrees, but if you're not used to 105, what does that really mean to you?
Allow me to translate.
Right now, it's 9:00 a.m. and 82 degrees. By the time I work up at 7:00 it was too hot outside for the little sweater I put on to defend me from the office air conditioner. At 7:00 in the morning, it's tank top weather. It's put-the-hair-up-to-keep-it-off-your-neck weather.
Shawn and I accidently left his car door ajar on Sunday night. Doh! At 5:00 the next evening when we wished to use said car, we realized our error. We nudged it down the driveway to where my car was parked on the street so we could jump start it. The surface of Shawn's car was so hot at 5:00 at night, I actually burned my palm. No joke. I got a blister.
Did I hear something about a hurricane blowing through the Carribean? Oh, but a breeze would be nice...
For the last few nights Shawn and I have been painting. We're building an arbor in the backyard this week. Basically, we're constructing shade. We come home, eat dinner, paint boards. Summer nights here are pleasant enough, even in a heat spell like this. When you try to go to sleep the heat can be oppressive, but up and walking around in the backyard, it's nice (read "low 90s"). We're painting the arbor white. The garage light bouncing off the fresh white boards is enticing to bugs, and with agriculture fields stretching from our backyard to the Sacramento River, we have a few bugs around. They land on the wet boards and get stuck in the paint.
We're painting the arbor white with black spots.
The good news is by the time we've painted one side of the board and flipped it over, the other side is already dry and ready for a second coat. Efficient. Living in a hair dryer is worth something.
So it's hot here.
A little.