Stinking hot

You'll be relieved ... no photos, but just a 'few' words. Sitting here in my airless flat, I'm obsessing with the weather. Here's a brief history for July.

July 2006	Temperature	Humidity	Sunrise	Sunset
Sat 1	88 F (31.1 C)	56%	5:30 am	9:03 pm
Sat 8	86 F (30 C)	54%	5:35 am	9:00 pm
Sat 15	96 F (35.5 C)	74%	5:41 am	8:56 pm

The dogs seem to be coping OK. My survival tactics last weekend included going to a twins game on Saturday afternoon; the Metrodome is air-conditioned (Twins 5, Indians 2) - they're on a bit of a winning streak lately. Bad seats, so couldn't see a lot, but not a bad place to eat a hotdog and down a Summit Pale Ale (albeit in plastic).

I resorted to buying a fan on Sunday ... and got what I paid for as I turned it on and experienced no upward curve in my comfort levels. My fan-shopping expedition was followed by a vacuuming frenzy which saw me sweat about 50,000 kilocalories in the space of 10 minutes. I can highly recommend it as an effective weight-loss technique.

In spite of that minor whinge, I can say that stinking hot still has it over winter! In fact I was sad to notice (while tallying the temps) that the days are very slowly shortening. It has been so nice to be able to sit outside on the front steps with a drink and a book or to take the dogs for a late stroll.

And for those of you curious about baseball, a verse from May Swenson's Analysis of Baseball

It's about
the ball,
the bat,
and the mitt.
Ball hits
bat, or it
hits mitt.
Bat doesn't
hit ball, bat
meets it.
Ball bounces
off bat, flies
air, or thuds
ground (dud)
or it
fits mitt.