In this case, I'm not referring to my eternal damnation. I can leave that for another day, thank you very much.
This is a much more literal reference, to the mercury that is SOARING! I suppose it soared and peaked and has now dropped about ten degrees, so I can enjoy the fact that it's only 95 or 96 f-ing degrees instead of 106 or even 111. Seriously, Michael and I actually went to the gym yesterday afternoon because we needed to get out of the house but couldn't imagine anything else, and the car thermometer bounced between 112 and 113. I thought that maybe it had broken, but then I saw the news which couldn't do much more except report on the record-breaking temperatures.
These are the times that I hate living in Southern CA.
I suppose it happens everywhere, those days that trick you into believing that you can put away sandals and breezy little skirts. But it is RIDICULOUS, I think, to go from 70 degrees as the high one day, and then just 2 or 3 days later, you don't even want to leave the house because it feels like a furnace outside!
I realize that this is a pretty boring topic - the weather. But I hate that people in other parts of the country can wax poetically these days about fall and the crisp temperatures while I've cancelled all weekend plans to do anything outside because it's so f-ing hot.
The good news is that there is a downward trend in temperatures and that, so far, there are no fires (there was one yesterday, but they seem to have it under control). Oh joy, oh joy!