Today in Indianapolis the expected high is 103 degrees.
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103 freaking degrees!
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Gentle reader, let me explain something about Indiana. It’s not supposed to reach 103 degrees. Ever. Hoosiers put up with a lot of ridiculous weather. We have humidity, the occasional freakish ice storm, tornadoes, and flooding every couple of years. Right now we’re in the middle of a horrible drought that is killing my lawn and making it ridiculously hard to find locally grown corn. But I can (grudgingly) accept all of that.
In return for all that grief, Mother Nature is supposed to keep the temperatures in the high 80’s during the summer here in Indiana, except for the odd week or two when they soar into the mid 90’s (usually during the State Fair, sadly.)
Mother Nature is not playing nicely.
So today when temperatures are soaring higher than they’ve been in decades, I am going on strike. I’m just going to lie on my floor of my air conditioned house, under the ceiling fan, and read library books until my eyes beg for mercy. No dishes, no big dinner, no errands. I might not even answer my phone.
And if I don’t feel like that is enough to show my displeasure to the Powers that Be, then tonight I’m going to get together some of my friends and we’re going to eat egg rolls in protest of the absurdly crazy heat of June 28th. Sometimes you just have to take a stand.
Hopefully that will show Mother Nature that I’m not putting up with her craziness anymore.
Power to the people baby!