Yesterday was a historic day in Seattle. Not only did we have the highest temperature on record at 103 degree, but the overnight low was the highest low temperature ever recorded as well at 71 degrees. Maybe you deal with those types of temperatures where you are, but Seattle just isn’t set up for weather that hits over 90 degrees for an extended period of time, let alone triple digits.
I wanted to blog about the weather and how it is affecting us, but there simply isn’t anything constructive to say. It’s hot, we’re all cranky, and we’ve moved everything around so we’re all sleeping in the basement. I put up a bunch of newspaper over the windows that face south that don’t have curtain, trying to keep the sun out of the house as much as possible.
And… that’s it. No, really. I wish I had something witty and original to say, but I don’t. Maybe the heat has fried my brain. I wouldn’t be surprised. I had heat stroke when I was 18. On my 18th birthday, actually. I was in basic training (spent 4 years in the Army, but that’s another series of blog posts) and… well, at the end of the day we were running and I blacked out. The next thing I remember was waking up in the clinic. The point is that I’m rather sensitive myself to the heat, and of course the kids are simply too young to be able to handle the weather with any sort of responsibility.