Riding up in the elevator today with someone I had not seen in a while, and the conversation went like this:
Did you make it through Hurricane Irene, OK?
I did fine. I was in Oklahoma.
That’s one way to avoid it.
They had lots of coverage. I watched.
How was Oklahoma?
It was good. Well, it was hot. 117 degrees.
117? (image a sense of amazement and wonder in the tone of voice)
Yes. But it wasn’t so bad. It was a dry heat. Not humid like here.
At this point, the elevator reached his floor. Now I realize that humidity matters. Matters a great deal. One of the things I like about northern New Mexico is the lower humidity. But . . . so as he left the car, I said:
But 117 is still 117.
(laughing) 117 is still 117.
Enjoying cooler weather and hoping it continues!
See you along the Trail.