Bad Day to Travel
Today starts the three-week stretch that I have my daughter. I thought it was hot in New Jersey when I left this morning. It was supposed to in the mid-90’s there. That was tundra compared to the temperature in Washington DC this afternoon. The air was so hot, it felt like smoking an ultra-light cigarette just breathing. When I went to get the mail for my parents, I burned my fingertips opening up the mailbox.
My normal protocol is to spend the weekend at my parents and head home either Sunday night or Monday morning. Not this time. I headed out as soon as Patricia was dropped off at my parents’. I left my car at my parents because of fears of overheating. Patricia and I took a cab to the airport. The cab had no air conditioning. By the smell of the cab, the driver must have been driving all day.
I rented a car when I got to the airport. (I rented the car at the airport because their cars are under canopies which at least offered shade. All of those “It’s so hot (How hot is it?)” jokes were understatements. My eyeballs were sweating! It was hotter outside than it was in the sauna I relaxed in yesterday after my five laps in the hot tub. It gets hot in DC, but this was brutal. I don’t recall it ever getting this hot in DC before. It got this hot when I lived in North Carolina, but it was in the country. There wasn’t the bombardment of heat reflections from buildings and sidewalks. There wasn’t the feeling that I was walking into a walking convection oven. Patricia and I are in New Jersey in my condo. It’s 83 degrees here, but I am shivering compared to what I went to today.
Today made me look at my platform on global warming. There isn’t too much I can do about it right now since I do not have access to nuclear weapons to aim at the sun. And I don’t have a snowball’s chance in DC of getting any. The only thing I can do is not be so gung-ho on encouraging global warming in the winter when it is cold. I can use some snow right about now.
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