Weather Swings.

I live in Central California in the middle of a dust bowl. The winters here are pretty mild by comparison to other parts of the country (it's hit about 25º F on some ocassions) and I rather enjoy them because I can just bundle up with a cup of tea or a spiked coffee and enjoy the cold weather without fear of freezing.

But there is another side of this weather bane. The one thing I truly despise about this place are the summers. Central Valley produces about one-third of the country's produce and thus, dairies and agricultural land is all there is here. Because of the constant irrigation, consequent water evaporation and cow farts, it's always humid in the summers and it's really not uncommon to wake up one day and find out that it's going to be 116ºF of muggy, god-hath-rained-down-fire-and-brimstone-and-fucked-us-in-the-ass horror. In about 20 years that we've lived here, I've met a handful of people who never saw the fall one year because they died of heatstroke in the summer. It truly is awful and I look for excuses to leave this valley once the summer comes around.

Jam it back in, in the dark.