It is officially 100 degrees Fahrenheit at 2:39 in the afternoon at 3,200 feet above sea level in the Sierra mountains of California — on the north side of my house. The barometer reads 29.99 and falling. My fingers are swollen; my hips achey; my energy levels in the dumpster. It’s 80 degrees in my kitchen.
Tomorrow, the forecast is for 10 degrees cooler, with a bit of overcast. And by Saturday, temps are forecasted to be in the mid-70s with a few showers. It’s a matter of holding out.
I think supper tonight will consist of smoothies. A bit of plain yogurt, a splash of soymilk, a lot of ice and frozen blackberries. Wish me luck.