I’m in my house this evening around 5pm and I think to myself, “yeah, I’m feeling pretty warm, I wonder what the temperature is?” So I look at my handy indoor/outdoor thermometer. It reads 96 degrees in the house, well over 100 outside. 96 degrees in the shade in the house, and that’s before I turn on the stove or oven to cook dinner. Maybe it’ll just be another salad night?
Still, I’d rather be here in 96 degrees in the house than scraping ice off my car’s windshield and shivering while waiting for the engine to warm up. (Sorry, Minnesota.)
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