whether the weather is hot

Every class I've taught has loved this poem:


Whether the weather is cold
Or whether the weather is hot
Whether the weather is fine
Or whether the weather is not
We'll weather the weather
Whatever the weather
Whether we like it or not

Right now, it. is. hot.

Highs are hovering around 86 F-88 F. I can hear you laughing and sniggering and calling into account my definition of hot. While I freely admit to being a wimp when it comes to heat, I will say, in my own defense, that it feels much hotter. Even my beach-loving, sun-seeking friend Kat agrees that it's horribly hot right now. It's not humid (I lived in the South. I know humid.) here, but the heat gets trapped by the buildings...and there's no a/c anywhere. The US consulate is stifling. I've got three fans on, lights off, curtains drawn and am showering over and over. Sometimes it's a little cooler out on the bridges (the breeze!) but not always.

My poor cat is not weathering the weather very well. She's been sprawled out on her back, paws hovering, immobile for the last few days. She's a kind, affectionate, beautiful cat...but not the smartest cat I've ever had. She won't go and retreat to the cooler rooms (the bathroom tile is fairly cool) and leave me. (Maybe she's just incredibly loyal.)

Yesterday I took her into the bedroom, which is on the cooler side of the house, and we read the latest "Harry Potter" book. As long as I was there, she was content to stay put. We ventured out to use the computer, but are about to retreat to cooler climes (well, the bedroom feels like it's a different climate right now). I've got the two newest Jasper Fforde books to keep us occupied. I'll see you when the heat breaks. Of course, if news breaks first we'll venture out and let you know.