Like an oven

Sharry and I arrived in Fresno last night, got a hybrid car for a rental and then stepped out into the baking heat that 10 o'clock in Fresno provides. I have no idea how I lived in this heat before, and I certainly don't know how I used to think nowhere was better than California to live.

I used to splerge quite a bit on air conditioning when I lived here, so maybe that's how I lived through it all. We're staying with Sharry's mom this week and like most older people, she seems to not mind the heat. She keeps the thermostat at around 84, which is at what point Sharry and I might kil each other back in Washington. So, we've invaded this sweet lady's home, turned down her thermostat (still not nearly enough for me) and we sit here lightly prespiring.

I want to tell the people of the central valley: "get out. go somewhere greener. You've paved over everything and now even the parts that aren't on fire feel like they are on fire."