Umm-kay, this is not August. This is June, all right? So, what's going on?
I went out to the car about 3 p.m. and the interior was way too hot. I touched the window control and had to use a crumpled paper towel to hold it down and open the windows because I couldn't bear to touch it. I needed a potholder. At first, the A/C blew air straight from the Negev via the Sahara.
I glanced at the car's thermometer readout and it said 97°. Whoa, where did that come from?
When I returned home, the first thing I told J was that it was so hot, outside. He said that after I left, he looked at the readout from the front porch thermometer. It read 101°. When I got home, it had dropped to 98°.
Practically a cool wave . . .