"What a refreshing day!"
"Another breathtaking morning!"
"Oh, thank God! Mr. Air's fever has broken. His doctor will be so relieved."
The temperature rises 15 degrees by early evening.
Here's a handy guide:
8 a.m. 65 degrees...4 p.m. a balmy 80.
8 a.m. 75 degrees...4 p.m. a warm 90.
8 a.m. 85 degrees...4 p.m. hold onto your freaking hat.
True to form, it was 100 as the boys and I walked out of day camp today.
We were hot, sticky and miserable. It was the perfect opportunity to tell the boys a sob story from my childhood.
"Did I ever tell you guys that we didn't have air conditioning when we were kids?"
"Well, we didn't. You know what we'd do to cool off?"
"We'd go outside in the blazing sun and fry an egg on the sidewalk. And if it didn't cook right away, somebody would say, 'I guess it ain't that hot.'"
And somebody else would say, "I recken it's just humid."
Johnny nodded his head, believing the whole story. Then he shrugged. "Yeah, but you guys didn't have global warming back then."
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