Driving through Connecticut on I-84, July 22, 2011
Ok, so I’m not a meteorologist, but the heat index in my body on Friday was sending out all kinds of wavelengths that I should do nothing but go inside, sit in front of the air conditioner and not move until the sun went down. I couldn’t do that of course, so there were literally parts of the day where you could have basted me a few times and then served me as the main course of whatever creepy meal you were having that night. Gross thought. Ok, we’re passed it. Moving on.
Although not as bad, Saturday’s heat was equally debilitating, and after sitting outside at my cousin’s bridal shower with my dress skirt yanked up around my waist for increased air flow, I got to thinking, is this the hottest it ever was?
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