Heat Wave

It’s a gorgeous morning. By 6AM I’d already walked a hair over half a mile. I need to get the rest of my outdoor exercising done before 9AM when the temps crest over 80º. We’ll hit mid-90s by early afternoon.

I live in New fucking England—this heat is NOT FAIR!

More murders are committed at ninety-two degrees Fahrenheit than any other temperature. Over one hundred, it's too hot to move. Under ninety, cool enough to survive. But right at ninety-two degrees lies the apex of irritability, everything is itches and hair and sweat and cooked pork. The brain becomes a rat rushing around a red-hot maze. The least thing - a word, a look, a sound, the drop of a hair and - irritable murder. Irritable murder, there's a pretty and terrifying phrase for you
~ Ray Bradbury, The October Country

We're having a heat wave
A tropical heat wave
The temperature is rising
It isn't surprising
~ Heat Wave performed by Marilyn Monroe in "There's No Business Like Show Business"