Baby, it's HOT outside!

As you may have heard, we've been breaking some records here in the SouthEast. Granted, it's not quite as newsworthy or devastating as the floods in other parts of the country. Or the fires. Or the tornadoes... Ok, so maybe you haven't heard - but it's pretty damn hot over here none-the-less!

Today we had a heat index of 112 degrees with 100% humidity. True, I've been in hotter places - but that kind of misery is not unlike childbirth: You remember that it was pretty damn awful, but the specifics don't readily come to mind. (FOR A REASON! Otherwise, we'd never reproduce again!)

Ok, so here are a few random thoughts I had about the weather today:

This morning the local weatherfeller refered to the oppressive humidity as "air you can wear" and the Incredibly Southern Newscaster Lady actually warned the ladies that they can expect a Very. Bad. Hair. Day. great...

Upon my 1/2 mile walk to work (parking is a bitch!) I discovered that despite the fact that the humidity is at 100%, the grass is still brown and crunchy. Too bad the grass can't just absorb some of that water in the air! *sigh...*

At any given time during the work day I could look out my window and see no less than THREE little squirrels laid out like a hot lunch on the covered entrance to my building. Tummies to concrete, panting away. Poor little rodents...

When leaving work I noticed that the cranes at the shipyard, which are painted "Carolina Blue" and normally blend in with the sky, have become a kind of wavering blue mirage against a milky white sky... Oooo, psychedelic!

I discovered that my black car, with leather seats, has the ability to "sizzle" any flesh upon contact. Ok, that's my own damn fault - but it still sucks!

My sister, who frequently takes a picnic lunch to a local State Park (First Landing - great park! Right on the Chesapeake Bay - campsites are very reasonable!), told me this evening that she saw several poor little campers retreating to the comfort of their air conditioned cars in the heat of the day. Poor little campers...

At times, when I hear about snow storms and such, I absolutely relish living in the South. Then, there are the days of "record highs" that make me want to move somewhere like... Canada. Still, on the whole, when you take all of the potential weather phenoms into account - there could be worse places to live than Virginia Beach. At least, that's what I tell myself before bed every night.