Yesterday 116, but today is a cooler 115--both record breakers for this region of Hell.
Possibly 118 tomorrow.
When I arrived at my wildlife observation platform (deck) at 7:30 am yesterday, it was 90 degrees. I sat and drank iced coffee until 8 am, just 30 minutes, but had to go inside then because it had already reached 100.
I got a bird feeder for my birthday, and it's a really popular site until the nuclear sun explodes over the mountains at 5 am. Then squirrels, rabbits, cardinals, dove and quail suddenly blend back into cactus shadows until sundown.
The animals are on edge when they return. I saw two curved billed thrashers trying to thrash each other. Two male quail had a dust-up. And squirrels bully the birds for control of the feeder.
City workers are wearing special shoes because the asphalt is 150 degrees and melting their soles.
Commercial flights have been cancelled at local airports because hot air doesn't have enough loft.
I no longer visit the oven my shed has become to polish rocks. Really need to pack them up and prepare for our Sunday departure. The thing is, I just can't stay outside more than 5 minutes even with the aid of cold water--or beer!
Homeless people in this city are looking for shelter--even thinking about buying homes.
Nobody visits any of the three pools in our park. Fear of scalding.
We bought a fixer-upper house down the street and have to keep the AC on because we're afraid it might burst into flames before we get to live in it.
It has a nice view of the mountains, but you can't see them now.
Multiple wildfires in the foothills. I guess when it gets hot enough, even dirt can burn.
The sad thing is, most of this is lacks my usual exaggerations.
California here we come!
