“But it’s a dry heat”

Yeah, so is my oven.

I’ve lived in Las Vegas for three months now, and I was fortunate enough to arrive for a stretch of unseasonably not-that-hot weather in April, May and June.

That stretch came to an abrupt halt on Friday.

Things were so temperate for a while that people were actively tracking the ongoing streak of days that didn’t reach 100 degrees. I think it hit 290-something, which is actually pretty impressive when you really think about it. I believe that the general consensus about this area is that it’s just a sweltering furnace all the time, and that’s simply not true. The old adage about a “dry heat” absolutely has some truth to it, as I know full well after living in the deep south amidst the swampy summer humidity. Triple-digit temps can be stifling, but with humidity, it’s just…gross.

When the sun sets here, it almost universally feels amazing out. 90 degrees with a little bit of a breeze? I’ve had that often at the end of my work shifts and it’s so lovely that I often pause and take a little breath to soak it up.

But yeah. We’re past that now. Shit got real on Friday.