Monday, February 17, 2014
Maybe I slipped up somewhere and I'm on vacation and just don't remember! I couldn't believe it when I looked at the scale today and saw *90* and while the end of last week was nice and the temps were hovering in the low to mid-80's, that's usually how it is in the Phoenix area in the winter. But 90?
I'm almost ashamed to mention the temperatures when I receive notes from friends who are out shoveling snow, trying to keep from being house-bound, and then just trying to thaw out.
Most humans don't seem to be happy with whatever the weather is doing anyway. In the summer months here, it is truthfully hot enough to fry eggs on the sidewalk, and that's when we head up to Yarnell with it's 5000-foot elevation. That extra elevation gives us a reduction in heat of about 15 to 20 degrees. It means that even up there in the mountains we are usually inside our homes in the afternoon, with the A/C on. But at least we can walk out to get the mail, or do some little thing even mid-day without melting down into a pool of sweat.
I know, I know, here I am talking about sweat and you're thinking if you hold still for more than 5 minutes while you're outside, you will probably be frozen to the bone and won't thaw out until spring.