I can hardly believe there was a time in my life when I preferred the heat to the cold. I don’t even remember that cat because, for the past several years, I impatiently await the arrival of autumn and lament the arrival of spring. That’s fucked up, isn’t it?

A few years ago, I broke down and bought a little window air conditioner that I install in the living room during the summer months. I didn’t install it this year, though, because it never really got hot enough to need it. As long as the temperature drops below 70º at night, I can deal with the heat during the day.

I can open up the house at night, trap the cool air inside, and the house will remain comfortable all day. When the temperature doesn’t drop below 70º at night, though, shit gets miserable. It never gets cool enough inside to be comfortable, and only gets warmer as the day rolls on.

So far this summer, nighttime temps have been in the 60s up until this past week. Now, this monsoon in the desert is skirting my city and increasing the humidity, but unlike the desert, where the monsoon is dropping its load, we don’t even get the benefit of lower temperatures due to cloud cover. We still have clear, sunny skies and thick, soupy air.

Just one more day of hell, and then we return to more human temperatures. So, that’s my old man weather report.