Be right back, slowly perishing in the heat.
We actually had an extreme heat warning this morning, which… is insanity to me. It was expected to rise to about 40°C (104°F) in some areas. I can’t even comprehend that.
Needless to say, I have been hiding inside in the air conditioning. My boss came back from lunch and said that it “wasn’t too bad,” but her version of awful temperatures and mine… much, much different. She’s from Africa, after all. Much hotter there than here in good ol’ British Columbia.
I also had to dig out my respirator (aka my Bane mask) because of all the smoke from the wildfires. Between the fires in California, here in the province and in Ontario… the smoke is nice and thick and chunky. There’s a fire of about 600 hectares 45 minutes away from my house, and the ash had blanketed my yard and my mom’s truck the other morning. I woke up and my lungs were so tight that I had to use both my inhalers (which I hate doing – gives me palpitations like crazy) just to function semi-normally.
Having flash backs of the evacuation last year, too. I was so lucky last year, who’s to say that that luck will repeat itself, right?
Between the heat, the smoke, and the anxiety, August has been