It's really hot. I hate hot weather. I hate sweating. I hate the way my car feels after it's been turned off for 10 minutes. I hate that lazy, lethargic feeling I get when I've been outside too long. I hate the dilemma I face year after year between getting a good tan and keeping my skin wrinkle free for a couple extra years down the road. The only consolations I have right now is our rock star air-conditioning, the practicality of wearing flip-flops everyday, and the fact that we'll be moving to the Bay Area in the fall. If you've ever been to the Bay Area during the summer, you know that it's not nearly at hot as you'd expect nor as hot as the rest of California during the summer. Let me show you something:
Here's today's forecast off of my iGoogle for Provo:
And here's the forecast for San Leandro, where we'll be living next summer:
Notice that although the temperatures are much lower, it isn't due to thunderstorms or any cold front. It's still sunny! And this temperature disparity has been there for the past 3-4 weeks. Granted, the humidity is higher, but if it's cooler, I can tolerate it.
Another thing that I don't like is taking Sophie out in the heat. It's probably not very good for her right now because she's so little. Plus, the last thing I want is a sun-burned infant. She told me yesterday how much she hates the heat . . .
In this weather, I think we'd all rather be naked, too.