The last day of July brought a lovely surprise: rain.
In the desert.
In the middle of the summer.
That NEVER happens.
I mean, it actually poured.
I know to most people in the country this is a daily occurrence in the summer, but here, it's practically unheard of. And it brought the temps down to around 75°, much cooler than the usual 95°+. It was so refreshing.
And then August had to get all uppity and start herself off with her usual icky-ness:
If the little brat follows her usual recourse, we have an entire month of triple-digit temperatures to look forward to.
A month with heat so intense that it literally saps every bit of energy (plus my will to live) out of my body. (Have I mentioned that we don't use the AC?)
And the worst part? August usually bullies September into following suit.
Just shoot me now.