Please, make it stop.
I am crying a fiery, hot, sticky, sweaty UNCLE here.
I know people talk about the weather too much, but this is ridiculous. Please excuse this blog post, but what else can I write when I’m melting?
- It hit 98 in D.C. today. That was positively chilly compared to recent days of 100+.
- Today was our 16th straight day over 90, and sixth straight over 95.
- Friday was the fifth-hottest day in D.C. As in EVER. Since they started keeping track in 1415, or whenever. I might as well have been wearing a towel and sitting on a cedar plank walking out of the office as I was clearly in a sauna.
- I long ago resigned myself to the fact that I got the Hooley sweating gene, but I don’t think I can count the number of times this summer I’ve said I’m lucky to already be married. No chance a guy is picking me up with my sticky skin, frizzy hair, and humidity-swollen sausage fingers.
These are days when the ice cream truck should be ordered to drive around and pass out free creamsicles as a public duty.
We had a debate today at work whether hot or cold is better. My hands turn BLUE in the cold and I still voted for below-freezing temps. Seriously, are there people who would opt for sidewalks hot enough to fry eggs?
Bring on sweater weather.