greygirlbeast (greygirlbeast) wrote,
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"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."
Tags: harry potter, heat, summer
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