98F is effectively the human body temperature, which means the body will have difficulty keeping cool. More so if the humidity is high as well, as that will inhibit the evaporation of perspiration, which is one of the body's way of trying to lose heat.
Look after yourself, Albert.
As I said to Gary: try to stay indoors or in the shade, and stay hydrated. If you are perspiring a lot, take isotonic drinks to replace the salts lost.
Good afternoon, all.
Another dry and warm day here in the west of Ireland. Cloudier than the past few days, but there's no rain promised.
Currently around 20°C/68°F with hardly any wind, so feeling a degree or two higher when the sun shines. The weather's promised to stay reasonably settled and warm for the rest of the week, but I'll believe that if it actually happens.
I hope you all have a great Monday.
One of the things that made this story so meaningful to me was the fact that the author admitted he was writing about something that was deeply personal to himself. That cannot have been easy, so extra kudos must be given for the excellent way the story was told.
I honestly don't think I could stand that sort of weather.
Apparently, they're having a heatwave in England as well. A nephew who lives in Manchester tells me the weather there has been as high as 30°C/86°F and extremely humid. He says it's even hotter in the south of England.
I'm just glad Ireland isn't suffering such extremes.
That put me in mind of the following track by The Lovin' Spoonful from way back in 1966:
It was one of the tracks on a vinyl LP of theirs that I had at the time (1966).
I remember myself and my the best friend at the time getting caught out in a summer downpour one day, and singing it to each other as we sat in a shelter in the park waiting for it to stop raining.
A bittersweet memory in a way. I was about to head off to university, and he wasn't. We'd effectively been each other's shadow for around six years, and we both knew the closeness between us would be ending when the summer holiday did. We saw each other occasionally over the next few years, but he unfortunately died in a house fire whilst working in the Middle East in the early 1970s.
For afters this evening I had peppermint tea with a good dash of Irish whiskey added.
I think I may have found a replacement for Irish coffee.
(Maybe with not quite so much whiskey the next time... )
For my week 17 19 out of 52 Black & White photo challenge this week I uploaded the photograph I shared with you a number of days back of the first lot of potatoes I harvested...
Week 17.....
That means I'm almost one third of the way through this challenge.
[EDIT] I just realised this was actually my week 19 contribution. I'll blame that mistake on the hot whiskey I had after dinner.
Maybe she likes something that has... (how did she put it?) ... "a nice length and is perfectly thick" ... to have a bit of hair on it...
A sign of maturity, eh?