Blistering heat, clouds of dust, and sweat that boils off your skin. Welcome to a CA summer. Its fry time. Talk about a sizzler of a summer. If the heat doesn't get you, the dust or smoke will. This summer has been a little more slack on the smoke so far, but usually Smokey the Bear's friends are charring in some colloid belching inferno. Living down here makes me feel like one of those Bible characters mourning in dust and ashes. Only I'm mourning because of it as well as in it. (I was working outside today, can you tell?) Makes me feel like stretching out in an air conditioned basement and estivating through the remainder of this madness. In Physics class I learned about temperature inversion, but why did the textbook never mention temperature subversion? Perhaps the author never experienced a CA summer. The weather here seems to rebel against the very laws of nature. The caressings of the sunny delight of the heavens have gotten out of control. I'm sitting here in my bedroom with my windows open and the fan going full tilt, and its still gotta be at least 80 degrees. Unrighteous! It's night hello! But no, the infernal solar incinerator ensures that just about everything this side of the Sierras will smolder on, long into the night. No rest for the beleaguered. I mean, when it can't stop with scorching you in broad daylight, but keeps steamrolling on, and on...GRRR! Speaking of steam, one fortunate thing is that it's a dry heat. If the humidity were higher everyone would be suffering from steam burns. So...want to come visit? :P (Misery loves company.)  ¶ 11:33 PM