july, july
My part of the midwest has been slapped with an Excessive Heat Advisory: between the heat and the humidity, the heat index for yesterday and today was up over 110. Translation: stay where it's air-conditioned, and if you have to leave, hydrate continually and try to move as little as possible.
I've hauled the window a/c unit out of the closet and installed it in my bedroom, and the cats and I have retreated up there for the duration. I haven't been able to work in the garden at all, though I've made my morning rounds to tuck tomatoes back into their cages, monitor bean growth, etc. The squash, melons, and cucumber vines have all decided that this hideous weather is their personal tropical paradise; the main shoot of the larger of the two cucumber plants grew more than four inches between yesterday morning and this morning, which I find rather terrifying.
We emerge periodically in search of food; I've made a big batch of hummus and last night made croutons and caesar dressing, so I'm set for a few days until the heat breaks.
Yesterday, when I went down for lunch, Toby accompanied me in the spirit of solidarity; the rest of the cats remained stretched out on the bed, right where the a/c blows directly on them, and barely opened their eyes to acknowledge my departure. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, something wet brushed against my leg, which turned out to be Toby: the humidity had almost instantly condensed on the surface of his air-conditioned fur, and he was damp all over his body, though not, so far as I could tell, his ears. It took him a while to notice, at which point he began to wash himself frantically for about a minute before giving it up as hopeless and flopping onto the kitchen floor, where he lay looking rather as if all his bones had melted in the heat.
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I've hauled the window a/c unit out of the closet and installed it in my bedroom, and the cats and I have retreated up there for the duration. I haven't been able to work in the garden at all, though I've made my morning rounds to tuck tomatoes back into their cages, monitor bean growth, etc. The squash, melons, and cucumber vines have all decided that this hideous weather is their personal tropical paradise; the main shoot of the larger of the two cucumber plants grew more than four inches between yesterday morning and this morning, which I find rather terrifying.
We emerge periodically in search of food; I've made a big batch of hummus and last night made croutons and caesar dressing, so I'm set for a few days until the heat breaks.
Yesterday, when I went down for lunch, Toby accompanied me in the spirit of solidarity; the rest of the cats remained stretched out on the bed, right where the a/c blows directly on them, and barely opened their eyes to acknowledge my departure. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, something wet brushed against my leg, which turned out to be Toby: the humidity had almost instantly condensed on the surface of his air-conditioned fur, and he was damp all over his body, though not, so far as I could tell, his ears. It took him a while to notice, at which point he began to wash himself frantically for about a minute before giving it up as hopeless and flopping onto the kitchen floor, where he lay looking rather as if all his bones had melted in the heat.
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