Insanely harsh at 112

Parked in the sun for only an hour and a half, the car had a temperature reading of 122 degrees.  This was at 5:00 PM.  The car's gauge did fall after hitting the road and having a little wind blow against it.  But, the temperature only dropped 10 degrees.  So, at 5 it was 112.  A couple of hours later the measurement was 106.  Even at 10:00 at night, the news reported a temperature of 98.

That's the second time this summer it has been 112.  I could feel the heat radiating from the driveway, and it felt every bit as hot as the heat pouring across my face when I open an oven door.  112 is a different level of hot.  Last summer set a record for the most number of days in a year above 100.  But, never did it reach 112.  Last month was the hottest July on record in the United States.  It was also the hottest 7 month period on record (January through July).  The record was last set in 1936 in the throes of the dust bowl and depression era.  Now it's hotter than one of the bleakest, driest, most drought-ridden time periods in recent history in the USA.

Hemingway wrote a short story called Hills Like White Elephants (1927), in which the setting was a place in Spain that was dripping hot.  The heat-driven setting controlled the story, its characters' conversations, and its actions.  It was the backdrop for forbidden topics to be discussed and extreme reactions to surface.

Extreme is the operative word.  At 112 degrees, I was ready to react more harshly to conversations today than normal.  And, I was subjected to some harsh, bleak, and drought-ridden conversations today.  Tomorrow is supposed to be only 104.  I look forward to the cool down in both outside air and topics of conversation.