:::Glorious Gloriness:::

High: 81 degrees
Humidity: 49%

I stood on my balcony in the morning.

I stood on my balcony in the afternoon.

I stood on my balcony in the evening and the night.

Glory, glory hallelujah.



This has been the worst summer ever in DC. We would shatter heat records one week, then shatter them again the next. We've had days of 100 degree weather with humidity in the very high 90s. During one of our worst weeks in July the overnight low was 85 degrees. The low. With temperatures that bad and all the cement to hold the heat in, things just got hotter and hotter as the days went by.

To add insult to injury, I'm constantly sweating. I wipe my face, but then more sweat comes. HELP ME!!!! I hate it-hate it. So much sweat. It's like when you're staying at someone's house and you get out the shower and have to get dressed in the bathroom but it's all steamy and you keep sweating but you have to put your clothes on and then you start feeling claustrophobic...Oh, please let this end!

I miss the dry heat of desserts where the blazing hot temperature magically drops down into pleasant chilliness of night. A few night I slept with my window open hoping to catch an early morning chill, but, again, 85 degree lows. I would be woken up not by a cool breeze, but by stifling heat.

There were days where I came home and cried as I frantically stripped and went to sit on the air conditioning vent. People have really struggled through this summer and no one is sad to see this one end. Good riddance.

It has been just awful, and I want to say to every man, woman, and child who previously walked an un-air-conditioned earth in suits and petticoats and wool undergarments -- may you find a place amongst the highest of the heavenly host. Amen.



And because you made it all the way through this complaining post about the weather, here are two pictures of my bare-bones apartment.

{The head of my bed is now against the air conditioning unit. I can't believe what a difference this has made to my sanity!)

And something else I love.


I can see the National's Stadium from my balcony, which means that after every Friday night home game, I have one of the best seats possible for the fireworks show.

Ooh, la-la!