Every few summers, Chicago experiences a heatwave that includes a stretch of more than a few days in which the high temps reach 90°F or above. For the last few days, it’s felt like a sauna around here with oppressive heat and humidity the likes of which I haven’t seen since … well, since I left Arkansas.
Not to “one-up” anyone, but this weather is completely normal in Little Rock, Arkansas. And by normal, I mean an entire summer–yes, about three straight months–of high temps in the mid- to upper-90s with high humidity.
It IS hot in Chicago right now: the air conditioner in my 85-year-old house has been running nonstop for the last few days, yet the inside temp never gets below 74°F. And people around here are acting like we’re all in that Twilight Zone episode: The Midnight Sun.
I chuckle when I hear/read comments like, “This must be what Hell is like.” Actually, this is exactly like what living in the South is like. I can’t get too upset over the outside temp of 97°F, especially when the temp inside the building in which I work seems to be about 65°F (as I write this, there is a space heater humming away at my feet).
And really: by mid-September, I’ll be wearing fleece and hoodies. By mid-October, the down jacket will come out of hiding and won’t be put away until May 2012.
And then it will be Chicago’s turn to chuckle at the folks in Arkansas when 1″ of precipitation causes a run on milk and bread at the local Kroger. :-)
