It’s tough to complain about the heat here after spending last summer in Mississippi with it’s 100 degrees and 70 percent humidity combining to make a real feel temperature between 110 and 115. When I start feeling low due to the heat, it only takes remembering that my son lives near Phoenix, AZ where 100 – 110 degrees is the norm for their summer days. They have a drier, heat that feels like someone opened the oven door whereas Mississippi feels like living permanently in a sauna.
Here it is really, really hot if we hit 98 with a humidity of thirty or forty percent. For the locals, that is stifling weather. Last summer, Alaskans were having heat stroke when the temperatures reached the 80’s. It’s not what they are used to. We’re not breaking any records around here so you know it’s been hotter. Listening to the weather reporter makes it sound twice as hot so the best advice is to ignore them. Tomorrow will be hot, folks, it’s July.
In January, they’ll tell us how cold it is or how it really feels and sometimes I recall how cold I was then. Other times, I’ll linger in my closet staring at the winter clothes hanging there imagining being all bundled up. The mantra of increasing your liquids, wearing loose clothing, and slowing down is good advice, but I like Nat King Cole’s version better: