I don’t do heat very well.
Actually, I hate hot weather. Like, hate it. I have never liked being too hot and I can’t see that I ever will. I lived in Arizona for three years and couldn’t wait to move. Running from my air-conditioned home to my air-conditioned car to go to work in my air-conditioned office was not for me.
No wonder I love living in Santa Barbara so much – it’s usually about 72 degrees, year round. And that suits me well.
I drove up to Sacramento last Friday, in 100+ temperatures, and felt like I was wilting the entire way. Of course it didn’t help that the AC in my car isn’t exactly blowing out cold air. Pretty sure it’s not even blowing out cool air.
And then Monday I drove farther north to Oregon to help my son out, not realizing they were in an “Excessive Heat Wave” warning. I’m definitely melting.
The day I arrived, my son said his truck needed some repairs, and with my help, he could fix it and save the money he would otherwise shell out to a mechanic. We worked on it for a good part of the day.
That is until the tools got so hot we could not longer touch them.
I’ll admit, I did take a lot of breaks to go cool off inside.
We didn’t get it finished, and will tackle it this morning, and luckily it’s only supposed to be 95 today (Ugh!).
But I am looking forward to getting back home where we all complain when it gets in the 80’s and there’s an ocean I can jump into anytime I am overheated.
Hopefully I don’t completely melt before I get there…