I knew Phoenix was going to be hot. That's really the only thing I knew about this place before arriving here. "I'm moving to Phoenix," I'd say to people. "It's hot there you know," they'd reply.
Yes, I know. I also know that it's a dry heat. If you've never experienced dry heat, allow me to tell you: hot is hot. Humidity doesn’t make a lick of difference.
The temperature will reach 115 degrees today. The low will be in the 90s. That's right. The temperature will not be below 100 until after midnight, if it ever really does drop below 100.
Honestly, though, after a while you stop noticing the heat. Outside in the sun, your sweat tends to dry up instantly. It can actually be quite dangerous, because you don't realize how hot you are until you dry up and blow away. Many peoples' last words are "when was the last time I hydrated?"
Unless your exercise consists of swimming laps or volunteering for a dunk tank (it's aerobic!), outside exercise in the summer needs to be completed by seven a.m., that is, unless you would like to leave a charred corpse.
The Doctor and I and the kids stay inside a lot. I seem to be the only person on the block who walks to the mailbox on the corner to get the mail. I wish there weren't so many charred corpses along the way.
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