Friday, July 31, 2009


I hate hot weather. I mean, I really, really hate it. I'm the red-haired (formerly red-haired?), pale-skinned type who can get sunburned watching "Lawrence of Arabia" on teevee. As Woody Allen said, I don't tan; I stroke. When it gets over eighty, I start to wilt. If I do anything very active, I get dizzy and nauseous. You can probably tell where this is going. It has been hot in Seattle this week. I've had a migraine for two days; the heat also does that to me. Wednesday, it got to 104˚ (that's 40˚ anywhere else in the world). I think that's an all time high for Seattle, beating out 103˚ in 1939. Clever Wife, another red-head; the cats,trapped in fur coats; and I spent the day laying on the floor whimpering and feeling betrayed. This is Seattle, it's supposed to cold and wet. I suppose this the cue for for all the solarphiles to jump into the comments and write, "not me! It can't get too hot for me!" Go ahead, but know I will hate you for it. I hate hot weather.

PS If an unseasonal snowstorm in March is all it takes to disprove global warming, this week should totally prove it and end the debate. So there.

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