As a big, fat, 24-weeks pregnant woman, it's hard for me to think of anything else this week but how awfully, uncomfortably hot it is. The weather forecast is calling for a high of 103 degrees today, the second day in a row that it'll be over 100. Same for tomorrow, too. Our AC unit hasn't shut off in the last 48 hours, I don't think, provoking much liberal guilt about what I'm doing to the environment. Not enough to make me turn it down, though. It was set at 74 and the downstairs was still 80 degrees at dinnertime yesterday. At 10:30 pm, it was decidedly hotter than 80 degrees upstairs and my legs were sweating as I was climbing into bed last night.
I'm going to take the girls to the pool here in a few minutes since it's already 87 degrees at 9:15 am, and we'll leave before it gets too unbearable. Fortunately, it's going to cool off to a relatively delightful 92 degrees by Saturday.