Every year, around late November, Mom would go to the Sams and stock up on fluids, soups, bagels, and such. We'd come home, freeze and store all the comestibles, and she'd declare herself "at home for the duration." Socked in for winter. And, truly, she did not set foot outside of the house until April.
Well, I'm socked in for summer. Or, I would be if I didn't have to go to work. I've planned my path from the parking garage in to work for minimal heat exposure.
So, 99 tomorrow. "Heat index near 110F." Seriously, I may wake up early and go in to work early to bury my car in the cool basement of the parking garage. Of course, my self-destructive psyche chooses now to think, "Oh, I need to garden." "Wouldn't it be nice to go for a stroll down to the river?" And tonight, "I need to get steamed buns and Peking Duck at one of the non-air-conditioned Chinese places east of I-170 on Olive."
Of course, I fight off all those urges. But, you all know the big upcoming conflict: Barenaked Ladies concert on Saturday night.
Here's my plan. First off, the weather is supposed to break Friday. Saturday is to be cloudy and 94. Still, I might even pack two of those mini-coolers with ice and washcloths. Two coolers. One for each foot. Cotton shirt. Cotton capris. I don't think the sun will require a hat at 8:00 pm. Then, one of those spritzers with a fan packed with ice water. And why not a battery operated fan in my lap? I would buy all these things at the Walmart but then I would have to walk from my car into the store.
Adaptability. I'm going to have my own manufactured environment.