I missed yesterday’s post because my daughter had a soccer tournament on turf and while she played, I baked on the sidelines. I’m sorry, I don’t mean baked, I mean fried, like a gosh darn piece of breaded chicken. Turf is no place to be when it’s 95, it heats up far beyond the actual temperature the air is. In fact, it can actually heat up to 170 degrees. And I”m pretty sure that yesterday, it was like 200. Ok, not really. But it FELT that way.
So, here’s to the break in the heat wave we’ve had for the last seven days. It’s over. I am singing the hallelujah chorus. Today is a lovely, temperate 80! I might need a sweater. Fucking hooray.
*the gratitude-a-thon 