The heat index is an unbearably sweltering 116.

Not a typo. 1-1-6.

It's physically impossible to breathe air that thick. We're going to drown in the atmosphere. Honestly.

There's slight hope on the horizon. I hear we may get a thunderstorm tonight, during which time the temps will lower a bit, but the humidity will soar from 55 percent (now) to 88 percent (9 p.m.).

Six/half dozen.

Yes. I'm moaning about the weather. It seems Congress got their act in gear regarding the debt crisis so I have nothing else of interest to moan about. If you have suggestions, feel free to throw 'em out here.

Here, I'll give YOU something to moan about.

Knock Knock

Who's there?


Doris who?

Doris locked, that's why I'm knocking.

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