It’s 93 degrees out. My city has declared a heat advisory and setup cooling off stations all around town.
My office is in the cellar. Every time the air conditioner (central air) kicks in the temperature in here plummets. I have a jacket in here with me for when I can’t take it anymore.
It’s roasting hot outside, it’s freezing at my desk. It’s getting uncomfortably hot upstairs where Jen and Harry are because I keep fudging with the thermostat to keep it from getting too cold down here. I can’t do that anymore. I just lowered the temp so that the central air will kick on…
…and I turned on the space heater next to my desk. Yeah. Heatwave, babie.
Here’s a double exposure I took at lunchtime for no reason at all.
The temperature outside is about to drop, I think, because there is a very noisy, very active thunderstorm rolling in. Also, Harry is no longer at risk of heat-discomfort upstairs because he just left for work.
Transparency, thou art my middle name, babie.