July 22nd, 2011

Shaw

"Beneath this bold and brilliant sun..."

About to try to get some sleep, but it's still bloody fucking hot. 79-degrees Fahrenheit Outside, but still 84 in the middle parlour - the coolest room - and I'm guessing that means it's about 89 or 90 in the kitchen and my office. The front parlour, which we shut off days ago, probably well over 90. So, too hot to sleep, but I really don't know what else we can do. There are six fans running, plus Dr. M., which is helping just a little.

Don't know if I have much more to say just now.

I grew up in Alabama, where summer days often hit 100+F, but I lived in houses built to ventilate in the summer, and, sometimes, we had AC (but often not). But this...a house that can actually get warmer at night, a house that is built to hold heat in, it's a new beast to me.

Tomorrow, we will flee to a dark theatre and then to the sea. Until then, we'll try to sleep, and try to stay cool.
Shaw

"Beneath this bold and brilliant sun..." Redux

We've been up maybe an hour. Outside, the temperature 96F, but the heat index is at 108F. Sorry, I'm hiding in the not-quite-scalding bedroom, using Zoe the Asus laptop, and I have no idea how to make the little degree symbol on this keyboard. Anyway, inside it's 87F, about eight feet from Dr. M. Beyond the just-bearable bedroom and the halfway comfortable middle parlour, this place is officially not safe to be in. Shortly, we making a dash for the van and its AC.

We're going to spend the day watching Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows (Part 2), and then make for Moonstone Beach. Hopefully, it will be long after dark when we get home.

And the work just keeps piling up. We are told that day after tomorrow it might be safe to be inside again.

We now have an "excessive heat warning."