If the weather app on my phone is to be believed, today’s and tomorrow’s respite of 82°F [28°C] is a brief interlude. Electronic readerboards around town last Friday were showing 103 degrees (the actual temperature away from asphalt intersections was closer to 99°F) but I’ve seen 106°F predicted for this coming Sunday. I’m hoping — really, REALLY hoping — that is a sensationalist number.
Meanwhile, I’ll have this song from Glenn Frey running through my head:
Spokalulu 