Words can barely express how tired I am of dealing with 100-degree heat every day. My clean laundry is dwindling alarmingly because I have to change my clothes between day and evening activities. No matter how I style my hair in the morning, it turns all wavy and frizzy within seconds.
My little car does its best trying to provide air conditioning when it's moving, but it gives up when it's stopped. Thus, every stoplight seems interminable.
I've been watering my impatiens every morning, but they're still turning into little wizened, blossom-free stubs. My yard is so dry that even the weeds are shriveled (except for the crabgrass - that stuff is bulletproof).
I haven't lain in my hammock, played a game of frisbee or gone for a walk in weeks.
One ray of hope: the long-term forecast for Santa Clara, California, where I'll be attending BlogHer this weekend, says they'll have a high of 85 degrees on Friday. I just hope it's true. The last time I was in the San Francisco area, they had their biggest heat wave in living memory and we were miserably hot the whole time. I'm keeping my fingers crossed.