Heatwave Finally Breaks

Just like everywhere, it seemed, we in the Southland were being smacked by a heat and humidity wave, a moist blast furnace that defied description. If you live in Saudi Arabia, maybe, or Manilla, or Ho Chi Minh City, sure, you may be able to withstand the 100+ degree and 99% humidity. Or Phoenix...or Biloxi...

But in LA? In Long Beach? Just look at the display on our Google spy:

That's nearly twenty past noon on a Sunday and it was 106 degrees outside. Opening the door was like being hit with a blast of steam-room air: hot, muggy, and immediately you started sweating and your hair kinked up. That quickly became a "No-go outside" day, as many of them turned into.

I'd like to say that it was an aberration, just a weather fluke, but I'm afraid it's what the new moral looks like, a sadly predictable result of what things are and will be as we move forward in time.

It got so crazy that when I'm outside and NOT feeling oppressed by the furnace of The Normal, I'm confused.