So far, a good evening for me. My wife is up in Michigan for a high school reunion. My daughter is fast asleep. For the first time in a long time I'll be able to do something I haven't done since I was single and childless: fall asleep while watching an episode of Mystery Science Theater 3000. I'm also enjoying using our laptop in the living room courtesy of the wireless network I finally got working this week at home. The only item that's needed attention in the past half hour is my dog, who needed to go out to answer the call of nature. When I opened the back door to let him out, I was greeted by a blast of hot, not warm, but hot air from outside. As I type this it's 10:25 in the evening and 92 degrees outside. That's friggin insane! It shouldn't be this hot at this time of night. On my way home from work this afternoon the digital readout above my rearview mirror said it was 107 degrees outside. The high for tomorrow is predicted to hit 106, not including the heat index.
This weather pattern reminds me of the first trip we took to Myrtle Beach with friends of ours at the end of July, 2005. I've always considered South Carolina to be the Third Level of Hell, and the temperature reflected its status. Hot, hot, hot. Highs over 100 during the day, maybe cooling off into the upper 80s at night. The first time I ever played golf was during that trip. The temperature hovered between 115 to 120 degrees with the heat index. What an awful introduction to golfing--both in terms of weather and how I played.
We're supposed to have a cooling trend sometime in the next few days. I never thought I'd hear myself say this, but I can't wait until the weather cools down into the upper 90s during the day. Now all we need is rain, lots and lots of rain.
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