I managed to avoid being ded from cute by, umm, having a sleeping baby next to me last night, and no headphones. Y'all are just reminding me that I need to be slayed by the Sphere!

The thing that always gets me is thinking about the 1800s, especially in the south. All those layers of clothes, and no fans. It's amazing that people didn't die of heat stroke left and right.

"Macomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow, it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning; ladies bathed before noon, after their 3 o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum."

It was as hot as a bitch in Jamaica. Didn't bother me except when we were dressing for the wedding. It was already a feat to not sweat on the silk, and then we lost power, ergo lost fans.

I was yelling at my father to get the AC pumping in the car before I even got there. He was dressed in some traditional African (not sure which country) fancy clothes, so was in loose white cotton. And completely unsympathetic to the womenfolk.

It was as hot as LA, which wasn't right. But at least the people who still lived there were complaining. And the hot didn't matter so much when I was chilling on the beach. Under an umbrella, though.

Happy birthday juliana! And a belated felicitation to the PMMDH.

It was already a feat to not sweat on the silk, and then we lost power, ergo lost fans.

yes, this happened to me on Saturday. Not the silk part, though. Was drying off after a shower when the power just went out. WTF? no rhyme nor reason. luckily, I was getting ready to leave anyway.

Was drying off after a shower when the power just went out. WTF?

The ghost of Ken Lay is haunting Vortex! Run!!!!

I just went outside - it's bad, especially in direct sunlight. However, I think I'm done bitching about the hot given that other parts of the country have been getting this weather since May, and we're supposed to be clear of this by Tuesday night.

Happy Birthday Juliana!

I was getting ready to leave anyway.

I ended up standing in the doorway to the apartment, since with it open there was a wonderful breeze. Got yelled at for letting mosquitoes in, but I have my priorities.

While I was in NM, it was close to 100 F just about every day. But it was quite bearable. Hell, I spent most of sunday outside, getting periodically cooled off by the nephew attacking with the spray bottle.

I got back to Baltimore around midnight. Pilot says the current temp is 67. I walked outside and was immediately enveloped in a thick cloud of damp heat and started sweating.

NM 100 was hot, but Md's 67 felt so much worse.

The thing that always gets me is thinking about the 1800s, especially in the south. All those layers of clothes, and no fans.

Surprisingly, the layers help with the heat. I've been out in 90's weather in a hoop skirt, petticoat, etc, etc and because of the layers, you get some airflow and it keeps you cooler. Assuming, of course, your layers are cotton which mine were.

I could see hoop skirts being useful when the temperature climbs. The skirts would shade your legs while the hoops would keep the material at a distance. Corsets in the heat, however, seem like they'd be awful.