The Weasels...

 

Not the woodland creatures - I'm talking about the weather weasels... you know: those talking heads on TV that like to sensationalize their weather forecasts.  All the local weasels were saying, "This is the hottest day of the year, so far," last night (107º).  Then, following it up with, "We are on tap for the first 110º day of the year next week."  As though it is something we should look forward to.

We get it: it's hot.  In the words of the late Screamin' Sam Kinison: "You live in the f****** desert!"

"Next Thursday - that is the day... 110º!"  In the grand scheme of things, it is only 3º hotter than it was on Friday... but, it gives them something to talk about, I guess.  Every city in the Valley was between 104º and 107º for the high... but they like to say that "Laveen was the cool spot at 104º" - cool spot?  Maybe I'm not acclimated; I don't think of 104º as "cool," no matter the comparison.  Weasels... if they tell you the high temperature of every city in the Valley of the Sun, they get more camera time than if they just said, "It's freakin' hot.  Everywhere around here."

I find the catometer to be most accurate...

"OMG, Dad - it's SOOO hot!"  Those were taken last night, after sunset... no sun on those pavers.  We make it a point to feel the pavers with the back of our hands to make sure it isn't so hot that it will burn his little paw pads.  He likes to go outside with us... mornings and evenings.  None of us want to be outside during the "Gates of Hell" hours.