Just when you thought it was safe to go outside again–heat indices of like 112º!! Or was that 121, it’s hard to tell. This is a lot, even for Missouri, the Misery State. Just add toxic waste and fumes, manure, and hot spices, and you get India! At least there you have some wild jasmine and incense to compete with the aromas.
So naturally Y went to 6 Flags, an even hotter place! Fortunately I mentioned the dangerous heat, so he modified his outfit. I’m very aware of how fortunate we are to have AC, and to be able to stay in it! But some like it hot.
I’m daring myself to go out in the broiler just to take photos. Stay tuned. Actually, don’t hold your breath.
In other news, my rent predictably goes up in September. By a lot. Yet it’s still below 1K, somehow. But it means I def won’t have even enough left each month for food or other necessities. Avdi and Jess have graciously offered to help. I was hoping to avoid this, but it’s reality. Again, fortunate to have a family who can do that. They even more generously offered to help me pay for the cataract surgery, so I don’t have to add further medical debt to my growing list (or go blind).
I found a way to get some sleep overnight at Avdi’s–drugs! Amaze amaze amaze! I actually slept like a normal person. Such a novel experience.
So, S is contentedly making noises on the sofa, K is determined to burn down the kitchen experimenting, Y (minus the ticket he forgot) is out there sweltering, and E is probably in his room, which is slightly less warm.
As for me, I’m running out of excuses to not go outside. If you don’t hear from me, I got clarified like ghee. Here goes.
Four (well, 3 and a dog under the table) whole photos later, I made it back alive! Even the flowers are cowering in the heat. I’ve had to content myself with making wishlists of native flower seeds to get for next year during the fall sale.
Update: 115º heat index possible in STL!!
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