Hotter Than $%&!!#

Whew! Day three out of the way of four forecasted hundred-plus degree days. Been feeling shaky on my feet through it all while at the same time, fighting a cold. Or whatever the hell I've had for the last five days. 

Each summer lately we seem to have three or four days where we seem to be attempting to out-hot Arizona, Texas and Nevada. 

These drastic and instant temperature changes I deal with at work can't be good for me. Walking through a door into sudden minus six degrees, with a machine-driven wind-chill factor adding emphasis ..... exit the same door while wearing freezer gear, to 100-plus. Then repeat, ten to twenty times a day.

A sidenote .... People would tell me to get a pair of long-johns. I discovered a substitute though. I wear pajama bottoms under my slacks. Seems to really help the aging knees and below the waist bones.

I sometimes think it's a wonder that I can still add, subtract and multiply (inventory related) at lighting quick speeds at my age. I don't need no stinking calculator though I have been known to pencil a few mathematical equations and solutions on rafter high stacks of cardboard totes (aka: "Gaylords") while in there. 

(Every time I hear the term, "Gaylords" I think, Gaylord Perry and spitballs)

Lately, I've mostly been coming home from work and staying home, falling asleep early and experiencing, as Steve Martin once said, some "wild and crazy" dreams. 

Tonight though, I ventured out to take a few sunset photos. Found a good view and when I finally walked away, a lady drove up and said that she wished I hadn't moved as she was lining up a photo of her own of me facing the sunset. 

Me? ..... Imagine that. Imagine risking your camera or phone by the shock to the system a photo of me might cause. Anyway, I resumed the position for another moment. I don't know if she got her photo. I didn't want to know. I'm a little shy about my photo being taken and generally run away screaming. When I turned back around, she was gone.

I'm trying really hard to stop playing the old geezer and being shocked at prices every time I go to the grocery store. Seems like everyone around has adjusted and accepted so maybe it's time for me to make the adjustment. 

Tonight's sunset. The end of a 104-degree day. Still, something like 97 at the time the photo was taken, with a lady apparently behind me attempting to get her own take on the moment. 

The view of this same circular object was a stunning pinkish this morning, as seen I assume, through lingering wildfire smoke and haze. But I was running frantic and late for work, had left my camera and red filter at home and I was on a stretch of road where there was nowhere safe to pull over.