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Fri, Jan. 25th, 2019 10:01 pm
COOL CHANGE YESSSSSSSSSSS oh my god it was only 28 degrees today and I had legit goosebumps when I went to lunch. Drops of water fell from the sky but only of the variety that sit on the ground for about 20 seconds before evaporating and making it humid. But I mean. At least it was so humid that the garden was still damp after I watered it last night, so that was a nice bonus. Didn't have to water the garden today, woo.
So yesterday it was foreccast for 47, right? We exceeded it. Forty-eight degrees Celcius. That's a touch over 118 for my American lovelies. D'YOU KNOW WHAT? NOT KEEN. I'm not sure I can put this into words someone not Australian will understand? But anyway. When it's hot and you stand in the sun, you can feel it burning your skin. I guarantee this is a uniquely Australian thing, because we have no ozone. Trust me, you can feel it. It's not just hot, it's actually burning as you're standing there. So that's normal omfgHOT. That's like... 35-42 hot. Everyone in Australia has experienced that kind of hot. It sucks, but you get a day or five of those every summer.
48 is a solid six degrees on top of omfgHOT. It feels like that in the shade. It feels like the sun is burning your skin while standing in the shade.
It hit 40 by about 10am and just kept piling on a degree or two every hour until we maxed out at 3pm. The aircon at work was really struggling, so even inside it was probably nudging up towards 30. In the absence of blinds, we taped a piece of pull-up banner stock to the window when the sun came around that side of the building and that made a noticeable difference.
Then I had to get in the car and drive home, and that suuuuucked. Even parked in the shade, the steering wheel was burninating so I was holding it with my fingernails. Pumping the aircon, obvs. Got home, had dinner and went straight to the beach.
Glorious.
The sea was glassy-flat and there was absolutely zero chill factor. None of the hugging yourself as the water inches up your knees, thighs, bits, belly--none of that. It was practically tropical. There were pockets of water so warm it was like someone had peed there, only they hadn't because these pockets were fully the size of a human and also nobody was within 50m of me.
So I did my fitness, swam half a k or thereabouts, and floated there until I got bored, basically. Then I got ice cream because fuckit. I felt like it was cooling down at, like, 8pm. Checked my phone and it was 40. It had indeed dropped eight degrees, woo.
And that's the story of how I survived 48°C. I feel like I need a tshirt to commemorate the occasion, to go along with my I Survived The Statewide Blackout commemorative cap of... whenever that was. 2016? Meh.
So yesterday it was foreccast for 47, right? We exceeded it. Forty-eight degrees Celcius. That's a touch over 118 for my American lovelies. D'YOU KNOW WHAT? NOT KEEN. I'm not sure I can put this into words someone not Australian will understand? But anyway. When it's hot and you stand in the sun, you can feel it burning your skin. I guarantee this is a uniquely Australian thing, because we have no ozone. Trust me, you can feel it. It's not just hot, it's actually burning as you're standing there. So that's normal omfgHOT. That's like... 35-42 hot. Everyone in Australia has experienced that kind of hot. It sucks, but you get a day or five of those every summer.
48 is a solid six degrees on top of omfgHOT. It feels like that in the shade. It feels like the sun is burning your skin while standing in the shade.
It hit 40 by about 10am and just kept piling on a degree or two every hour until we maxed out at 3pm. The aircon at work was really struggling, so even inside it was probably nudging up towards 30. In the absence of blinds, we taped a piece of pull-up banner stock to the window when the sun came around that side of the building and that made a noticeable difference.
Then I had to get in the car and drive home, and that suuuuucked. Even parked in the shade, the steering wheel was burninating so I was holding it with my fingernails. Pumping the aircon, obvs. Got home, had dinner and went straight to the beach.
Glorious.
The sea was glassy-flat and there was absolutely zero chill factor. None of the hugging yourself as the water inches up your knees, thighs, bits, belly--none of that. It was practically tropical. There were pockets of water so warm it was like someone had peed there, only they hadn't because these pockets were fully the size of a human and also nobody was within 50m of me.
So I did my fitness, swam half a k or thereabouts, and floated there until I got bored, basically. Then I got ice cream because fuckit. I felt like it was cooling down at, like, 8pm. Checked my phone and it was 40. It had indeed dropped eight degrees, woo.
And that's the story of how I survived 48°C. I feel like I need a tshirt to commemorate the occasion, to go along with my I Survived The Statewide Blackout commemorative cap of... whenever that was. 2016? Meh.