It’s getting to the point that Seattle doesn’t really know what to do with itself. Even the year-round shorts-and-t-shirt look isn’t working. Walking around in a bathing suit is hot, too. Scratch that. Walking around is hot, period. I can actually feel it getting warmer as I climb the stairs from the basement to the second floor; by the time I get to the top I’m sweating. I actually slept in the basement for a week or so earlier this month, instead of in my top floor bedroom.
We’ve tried staying inside, out of the sun, but it’s hardly any cooler. And air conditioning? What’s that? Continue reading