That is the temperature reading from my car, just sitting in the parking lot minding its own business. It’s not like the car had just returned from a jog or anything. There’s even a small tree that casts a bit of shade on the hood. The temp (according to my car) got up to 106 last summer, so this is a personal record. Why I thought buying a black car with black interior was a good idea in Houston, Texas, I just don’t know. Maybe because I bought it in February. I was blinded by the few months of moderate weather.
Tohner and I were just talking about how merciless the heat has been. In the midst of one or the other of us ranting about how no human being should be forced to live in such a ridiculous climate, he said (sort of jokingly) that maybe we’re suffering from seasonal affective disorder (SAD). I think he’s onto something. SAD typically occurs in the short gray days and long cold nights of winter in places like Maine and upstate NY, when people get depressed and just want to curl up on the couch under a blanket and watch Oprah.
Summertime SAD™ occurs during weeks of unending heat that never drops below 80 degrees (even at night) coupled with large doses of humidity and an electric bill that rivals your mortgage for top billing, making you want to curl up on your couch under a blanket (of AC) and watch Oprah.
I don’t know about you, but it’s making me CRABBY. I’d like to be able to go on a walk without feeling my heartbeat in my ear drums as the darkness slowly creeps in from my peripheral vision and the heat stroke settles in.