The other day I passed a building with one of those large LED displays giving the time and temperature:
That’s about 42 Celsius. Hot. This has meant a lot of typing in my boxer shorts, while trying to stir every bit of available breeze in my apartment and policing light bulb use to make sure there’s no unnecessary additional heat.
It takes me back to Afghanistan in 2009, when we set up a new forward operating base in Nad-e Ali. Until air-con units were established in the operations room, daily temperatures were similar to Texas’ and higher. For soldiers on the ground or in more rudimentary bases, it was like that for months.
Despite looking like a sweaty mess with the arrival of the Texas summer, there’s a couple of advantages to the heat: you lose a couple of pounds in weight, and the booze intake decreases a bit–the thought of handling a hangover in this weather engenders temperance.
While out on the street American women are given an incentive to show why they can claim to possessing the best legs in the Western hemisphere.