It is midnight. It is also 90 degrees. This should not be. Tomorrow is supposed to be just as bad, if not worse. I hate this so much. I'm very ready for this heatwave to be over.
It was literally too hot to go to the beach during most days of our beach vacation. If any sand touched Billy's feet, he cried. UGH. I'm not protesting the timing because the ocean breezes lowered the temperature by a good ten degrees, and I'd rather not be going to the beach in 95-degree weather than in 105-degree weather . . . but still, UGH.
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