Heat Wave

It's eight in the morning, and you step outside. The heat smacks you in the face, causing you to catch your breath. Gnats buzz your ears, while the smell of things rotting in the hot sun fill your nose. Hey, it's summer, and I'm not talking about the hell hole I live in, Florida. I'm talking about much of the rest of the country. You're having a heat wave. Welcome to my world.

One of my favorite things to whine about is the never ending, oppressive heat here in South Florida. Now, because of climate change, I'm getting no traction on that complaint. "Whine, whine, whine, I'm hot, whine.", and all I get back is, "So what? We're hot too." The worst part about it is that I'm planning to go north in a few weeks to get some relief from the Florida hot box. Hopefully your heat wave will have run it's course, and the temperatures will be back down into the cool eighties. That is the one difference between Florida heat, and Chicago heat. Florida heat is super humid, and will still be here in October when Chicago will be enjoying the cool breeze of autumn. And then there's that thing called winter. I usually stop whining in the winter. Or to be more specific, I stop whining about the weather.