Hot as Hell and Time Alone

It’s been hotter than hell the last few days here in northern CA. The kind of days where I don’t feel like being anywhere near a computer. Not just hot for here – hot for anywhere, anywhere that’s not AZ or NM or some death-dry desert. It’s the kind of hot we almost never her […]

It’s been hotter than hell the last few days here in northern CA. The kind of days where I don’t feel like being anywhere near a computer.

Not just hot for here – hot for anywhere, anywhere that’s not AZ or NM or some death-dry desert.

It’s the kind of hot we almost never her here – when it doesn’t cool at night, when the house is as hot in the morning as it was the night before.

The kind of hot that blows out transformers and causes rolling blackouts. Today, we’re not allowed to turn on our office lights at work, and if it gets worse, they’ll start shutting down less-essential systems in order to keep vital network and data systems on line.

It’s the kind of heat where i think about putting the top back on my Jeep; the gearshift knob (an 8 ball) was literally so hot it hurt my hand to shift gears, the steering wheel was uncomfortable to touch.

Even a swimming pool doesn’t help – when the pool is 95 degrees and one can over-heat in the water.

I like the heat, usually. I like to sweat, to feel the hot air on my skin, the sun on my shoulders. But not like this. I need more tropical in my tropical heat; island breeze, tropical rain.

I’m not a desert creature. No bone-dry air and smog. I need wind and sea with my heat.


Starting tomorrow, I’m alone for the week, family off to southern CA. I have the house to myself, and as usual, I look forward to my few days of silent, empty house.

I always hope I’ll write; though more often, I wind up simply working, and then enjoying the peace and silence of a house with no kids, watching movies I’ve been saving. Having the house empty winds up almost a vacation. I usually make plans for things I’ll do; dinners, or strip clubs, or movies I’ll go see by myself, or things I’ll cook or projects I’ll finish. And almost always, it winds up not happening. The pleasure of solitude wins out, and I spend by night or two or three simply decompressing. Doing nothing at all.

This time? We’ll see.

12 thoughts on “Hot as Hell and Time Alone”

  1. I’m heading to Florida on Thursday (with a 3 hour layover in Dallas – yuck). Let’s see if I can live without the “dry heat” for a few days.

    I’ll probably be kissing parched rocks when I get back.

  2. The pleasure of solitude wins out, and I spend by night or two or three simply decompressing.

    Nonstop furious masturbation, in other words.

    I know the feeling.

  3. Ahhh…. The heat sounds atrocious (she said, writing from her positively BALMY 80 degree, 50% humidity town). But the mini-vacation sounds cool. Remember to use lots of lube so you don’t develop a callus.

  4. He’s right. It’s fucking hot in the bay area… I’m dressing in a bikini in the morning. And really small shorts- and not bothering with anything else unless I need to. Nothing is cooling down and over 15 people have died already…

    And as for Karl, someone needs to cool you down while you’re all alone!

  5. Ray, baby. Yes a bikini! Black with rhinestones. The top has triangles with string going across the front. And yes, I look good in it! And the second smallest one that I own. There are kids running around. And I’ve ditched the shorts a couple times. You think I need a picture for HNT?

    If your house was averaging 95- and hit 108 at least once… You’d wear as little as possible as well.

    Tried “It’s too hot for..” last night, but that didn’t work…

  6. Hey Pirate- you read the Chronicle?
    It’s the record longest heat wave… “Hotter for longer than ever before”
    No previous record EVER of Bay Area temps hitting 4 consecutive days over 110.. (damn…)
    75 deaths.

    Yep. it sucks. The fishtank is overheating. Things are hyper- swimming fast. Go figure…

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