Friends, it is hot here.
Yesterday, a thermometer in a car read: 120 degrees. I’m not kidding you. I think it’s generally between 110 and 117 every day.
When I was in Santa Barbara, it was 40 degrees cooler there. It felt like winter and the breeze gave me a chill. I wore pants every day. Sometimes a light jacket.
I can barely remember what it’s like to live somewhere with weather. It hasn’t rained in months. I don’t remember rain, can barely think of its smell. But rain is coming; monsoon rains and thick, black thunderheads and lightning storms.
I have windows 19 feet tall to watch this now, and they look out over the freeway to the peaks.
My new apartment is perfect.