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Not here.
It's 82º in my house, but much hotter outside... so much hotter I don't want to open the door long enough to go out and check how much. I am going to the beach. The ocean won't be this hot.
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An hour later, it's cooling in the hills of Brookings, but it's warming horrifically in Crescent City. It's 85º in my house, so I just opened up all the windows and doors in case it's only 83º outside... now I can't go out to check because I'll scare the neighbors.
Bobbie thinks I'm a hussy when I'm merely barefoot. She'll freak when she sees me bare-assed... though... Elmer... well... Elmer would like it.
Slight miscalculation here... about getting clothes on to go find cooler air... so... I'm thinking I'll throw on my huge linen babydoll and put the rest of my clothes in a bag... put them on at the beach or maybe in the shade or maybe in the ladies room at the ER.
I'm getting my hair cut at four. I can't imagine what sort of wreckage will walk in. Maybe Dawn will finally consent to shave my head. I don't have enough all black clothing for it yet, but maybe I can do a Go-Fund-Me for the wardrobe to be a real Zen Monk.
I don't need a sex change. Just yank out the uterus and tubes and ovaries, lop off the tits, shave the head and buy a bunch of black clothing and I'm Zhaozhou incarnate. On hot days I'll meditate in the ocean.
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No. It's 87º out there... but the [burnt] air is moving a little. I reckon it'll hit 90º by four... unless there's something marvelous moving down on us from Oregon. I mean, it has dropped nearly five degrees in the Brookings hills... except... well... it seems like they sent those degrees down here....
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You can juuust see where the marine layer disappears somewhere on the Humboldt coast and then takes back up again just over the Oregon border.
Like someone's gunnin' for me....
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Yitsy bitsy intermittent breeze, flapping back and forth between 87º and 88º, I've opened everything in my car to cool it enough to get down to Crescent City... where it might, only might, be enough cooler that I'll stop sweating for a few minutes.
I'm just covered enough to pass until I can put clothes on down there. My bag is packed. I'm outta here. Haircut. Beach. Maybe even an iced coffee... or an arsonist to bring home with me....
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Quarter to six and it's 87º in Khoonkhwuttunne. It didn't get any cooler down in Crescent City until about 4:30, when the marine layer got close enough to drop the temperature down below eighty. So I put on some clothes at the beauty parlor.
They'd nearly decided to just take me to the ER, but the marine layer got in just about the time they were drawing straws on who should throw me in their trunk to pull up to the ambulance entrance.....
always and any time....
