I went running yesterday at noon. It was hot.
The good thing about running when it’s really hot is that you’re too delirious to realize that it’s really hot.
I ran my usual 3 miles and didn’t think much about it.
Then I went to work. I was designing the Corpus Christi paper yesterday, and I found myself running a large headline that said “107.” As it turns out, yesterday was the second-hottest day in Corpus history, second only to the day a large thermonuclear blast a decade or so ago caused radiation to hang over the city for a week, drastically raising temps.
Add in the humidity, and the heat index was 380 degrees.
As I wrote 107 in huge type, I was wearing a jacket and a wool cap. The temp in our office was 60 degrees, with a wind chill of 45. Icicles were forming in my mustache. It was Frosty, and not in a medium way.
The good thing about working at a newspaper when it’s really cold is that you’re too delirious to realize that it’s really cold.
Life is funny.