So yesterday was 115 degrees. (Today is 109, with 112 tomorrow. Ugh.)
We are in a power advisory, so I got home from work, ate my cold dinner, and sat in my house with all the lights off and the air on.
It was 100 degrees at around ten, when I went to sleep. And my house is the worst for holding on to heat. It never dipped below 80 in my house over night.
Which is a long winded way of saying that this cup of tea, while lovely, is making me uncomfortable, and I will be heating exactly nothing up for the rest of the day.
Thank you for listening to the California whining dispatch.
You whine all you want. That sounds miserable!
It is.