It. is. hot. And I don't mean hot like it's warm and maybe I should put on some shorts. I mean that it's hotter than hades, a hoochie coochie, and the Gobi desert all put together.

Today I seriously considered driving my car into the river so that it could get a much-needed bath and I could get a desperately needed cool-down.

I don't quite know how it got so hot so fast. It seems as though only a week ago we were all enjoying typical California weather: mid-70's, clear skies, slight breezes off the river. Now people are lining up at the 7/11 and fighting each other over slurpees. This weather does not bring out the best in people.

Right now, as I sit here and type, I'm trying in vain to get some coolness and breeze from my ceiling fan, but it doesn't seem in the mood to oblige me. I'm halfway ready to hop in a cool shower and spend the night in the bathtub. But I don't think my roommate would like that.

So for now, it's on to plan B: plenty of cold water, no covers on the bed, and strategically placing myself where I can get the maximum breeze from my fan. I just have to keep telling myself that right now is better than tomorrow, when I'll be working with horses in long pants and boots while it's 106 outside.

Something about that is just not right.