When it's 110 outside, I just pretend I'm living in Duluth in January and don't go outside other than to walk to my car. I miss being able to go outside in the middle of the day. I'm sick of sunlight. But the drought bothers me more than the heat. I miss thunder and I miss the smell of wet pavement after a good rain shower and I'm tired of dust and brown landscapes. My almost-three-year old was napping the last time we had a good shower; I'm not sure a storm is within his living memory.
We all know it's bad. We all know it's the worst ever. I guess we should thank Texas State Climatologist John Nielsen-Gammon (via Joe Romm via Matthew Kahn) for graphical proof. Is this comforting or unsettling?