How Hot Is It?

It's 101F at the Lincoln Municipal Airport, according to Inter Linc (although their icon on my desktop says it is 1ooF). Maybe it's so hot they aren't updating the data they send out to subscribers?

The humidity is "only" 37% which puts the heat index at 108F. I already knew the humidity was low and I hadn't even stepped outdoors since yesterday evening. Why? Because I am now the proud owner of a body that is a walking, breathing, eating, sleeping barometer. My pain levels (Osteoarthritis and Fibromyalgia) have been down the last couple days, so I know the humidity must be down as well.

It's so hot, neither my husband nor I want to water the vegetables and flowers. Intellectually, we know they need water even more when it is this hot, but watering means either lugging a 2 gallon watering can back and forth from the bathtub faucet to the pots outside or hooking up the hose to the washing machine cold water hookup. Meanwhile, our peppers, tomatoes, and flowers are looking rather wilted.

It's so hot, neither my husband nor I want to walk to the mailboxes at the front of the apartment complex.

It's so hot, going swimming doesn't even sound good because we'd have to walk the same distance to the pool as to the mailboxes. (The swimsuit I bought isn't here yet so this is purely hypothetical.)

It's so hot, neither of us wants to walk to the shopping mall next to our complex and have a late lunch or early dinner at CiCi's Pizza (our favorite place for salad bar), but our stomachs are talking to us.

However, procrastination has won out and my husband took care of the watering of the potted plants and he's getting ready for our walk to the pizza buffet. We'll pick up the mail along the way.

That's cool.