At one point during the day at the airport, where records are rendered official for the entire metro area, it was only I think, 85 degrees IRL but, with a dewpoint of, I think, 80 degrees (!!!), the heat index (aka how it actually feels aka the reverse windchill) was, fuck, 115 degrees. It felt like 115 -- Death Valley, basically.
It was apparently at its worst, around my work and home, between 2, when I had my afternoon break, and 3:30, when I left work. And goddamn, I could feel the humidity in my clothes and in my bones. Set the air conditioning in my car to the second-lowest setting (I usually set it at its lowest) so I wouldn't freakin' melt on my drive home. I promised myself I would rinse our garbage bin of the maggots in the dirty water in the bottom; after that and getting the mail, I was going to open the door, close it behind me, and stay inside until I go to work in the morning.
And that is what I did, even though the Heat Advisory for the area technically ended at 10 p.m. I spent my afternoon and evening paying my family's bills, eating and taking a nap. But once in a while I would take a look through a window to outside. It was sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, and there wasn't a raindrop falling from the sky. But I knew it was oppressively hot outside, and so I feared how it felt, even though I was safe inside. So weird that such a placid, even inviting, tableau really is unbearable, even dangerous.
I cranked up the AC in the house twice. It's running now, but maybe I can shut it off for the night.
It was apparently at its worst, around my work and home, between 2, when I had my afternoon break, and 3:30, when I left work. And goddamn, I could feel the humidity in my clothes and in my bones. Set the air conditioning in my car to the second-lowest setting (I usually set it at its lowest) so I wouldn't freakin' melt on my drive home. I promised myself I would rinse our garbage bin of the maggots in the dirty water in the bottom; after that and getting the mail, I was going to open the door, close it behind me, and stay inside until I go to work in the morning.
And that is what I did, even though the Heat Advisory for the area technically ended at 10 p.m. I spent my afternoon and evening paying my family's bills, eating and taking a nap. But once in a while I would take a look through a window to outside. It was sometimes sunny, sometimes cloudy, and there wasn't a raindrop falling from the sky. But I knew it was oppressively hot outside, and so I feared how it felt, even though I was safe inside. So weird that such a placid, even inviting, tableau really is unbearable, even dangerous.
I cranked up the AC in the house twice. It's running now, but maybe I can shut it off for the night.
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