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Soooo hot

Two weeks ago I was wearing sweats around the house, which averaged 62 degrees, because my husband had turned on the air conditioner (which means no more heat for the summer, which usually works out just fine) so I would be comfortable while he was away on his annual backpacking trip.

It had been in the 80s and edging its way up, so I completely supported his efforts to provide coolness in our casa.

But then it did what it can do in this odd place, and a cold front blew in, dropping tons of snow on the Colorado mountains and dustings in our city as well. No kidding.

But, as fronts do, it passed, wending its way across the midwest and wreaking havoc in the form of thunderstorms with hail, which is always ridiculous.

And now we're in the high 90s and edging up.

No, we don't have humidity to speak of, which is a plus. I think we were at 6% yesterday. But hot is hot, and we are now in that place where frying an egg on the top of a car (though why anyone would DO that is beyond me because doesn't that ruin paint??) isn't far off.

Now it's about working in the garden and going for runs early in the day, like before 9 a.m., to avoid getting cooked.

High desert cook really just renders one into jerky status. It's not pretty, and no amount of water consumption or moisturizer seems to offset the dryness once it's mixed with hot hot.

Our maple tree in the backyard, the one we planted when we had only been here a year or so (so 18 years ago!), is our best friend now.

Cool thoughts, everyone!

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