Wednesday, August 02, 2006
In which I swear a lot about the heat
This is what's stuck in my head today. Why? Because, sweet suffering mother of fuck, it's hot. The heat index today? One hundred and FIFTEEN degrees. That? Is fucking ridiculous. I can't even go outside with The Boo because I'm afraid she'll keel over. Hell, I'm afraid I'll keel over, especially after hearing about that poor woman at Fenway Park the other night. Such a sad story.
I'm stuck in the house. We have no a/c so I have all the windows and curtains closed. All the fans going. And it's still too hot. I'm about ready to go check into a hotel. Or get in my car and drive until the sun goes down. I can't stand this heat. I'm a delicate, fragile flower. I need cooling breezes and mild temperatures. Not this shit.
I'm hoping they're keeping the kids cooled off at camp. O doesn't do well in this heat either. It seems like I'm going to be able to pick her up tomorrow - I'm just hoping the closing camp fire stuff doesn't take all freakin' night. They aren't starting until 6:30, which is ridiculous, since most people have a lot longer of a drive than I have. I doubt we'll get out of there before 8 p.m.. I don't know why they're holding it so late. I will not be there for the entire thing. I can't stand around for that long. Hopefully O will understand.