There is a bank across the street from the building in which I am working.
When I left work last night about 5:30 p.m. the temperature displayed at the bank said 109 degrees. Yes, that's 109 degrees Fahrenheit.
Fifteen minutes later when I made it across town to my hotel, I was delighted to see the temperature had gone down. Down to 107 degrees.
My next audit better be in the Antartic!
1 comment:
Better watch what you look for. At least you had trrees and plants around you. Next week I am going back to my fun place in the sand. Now, just think about that, the forecast is for a balmy 113 degrees all friggen week. That is 113 degrees in the sand and cactus and tumbleweeds, with the temps not going below 100 until sometime after midnight, and then the sun comes up again and we are shooting back over 110 in no time. I will be thinking of you while in my heat.
Love ya anyway.
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