You may have seen this in my tweetstream yesterday:
Actually, I can remember a September that started out worse than this one, and that was September 2000:
First: One hundred six! (Forty-one Celsius; it doesn’t help.) And it’s supposed to get warmer over the weekend. Water pressure isn’t suffering yet.
Second: I quit counting at 108; if it got any warmer than that, I don’t want to know about it. [It didn’t.]
Third: What kind of bizarre recipe is Mother Nature following here? “Preheat to 100-plus, then bake for weeks at a time.” I suppose we should be grateful we aren’t being marinated. Meanwhile, all the moisture we’re supposed to be getting is falling on people who are already sick of it.
Fourth: The temperature dipped to a frosty 106 today, and there were actual signs of rain scattered around the eastern fringes, but nothing close to the Big Town. The worst, at least, seems to be over until, of course, we start importing air from Canada’s Northwest Territories, which will start some time in the next sixty days.
Fifth: The temperature today inexplicably failed to make it into the triple digits today, and may fail to do so again tomorrow.
Sixth: As the weather shifts back into a more normal sort of pattern it now feels like August in Oklahoma instead of July in Senegal I can now concentrate on all the other things that annoy me no end.
No weather-related entry on the seventh.
And I was perhaps being unfair to Senegal, whose interior is the blast furnace; the coast, where most of the population lives, tends to be merely warm and rather moist in July. For comparison, the Tambacounda region, in eastern Senegal, once posted a high of 129°F.
For the record, there was no rain in Oklahoma City in September 2000 until the 22nd: 1.73 inches fell over the next two days. Daily highs: 22nd, 96; 23rd, 80; 24th, 56. Thank you, Canada. Said I on the 25th: “Life on the Lone Prairie has its drawbacks, especially if you have some notion that climate ought to be comfy.”