Some like it hot, Jeff is one of them
We’re about to launch into the first prolonged heat wave of 2018, to which I say: Bring it on.
I will never complain about the heat. I may be sticky, I may be uncomfortable, I may need to mainline Gatorade, but you will never hear me complain. I will always take the heat over the cold, every time, no questions asked. Way I see it, it’s easier to cool off than it is to warm up.
So yeah. I will never complain about 90+ degree days, humidity and all. Consider: If the temperature is:
Below 32 degrees: OK. Right off the bat, anytime the air is cold enough to freeze water, I’m out. I like my water to flow like … well, like water. Is that so much to ask? It’s just a baseline for me.
Between 33 and 49 degrees: Anything in this range is just misery. You end up too warm in a winter coat, too cold in anything less. Not to mention if starts raining, you immediately want to dip yourself in carbonite like Han Solo and just wait it out. Nothing worse than a cold rain.
Between 50 and 59 degrees: OK. Not the worst, depending on the time of year. I’ll take a sunny, brisk 55 degree day in October. Once.
Between 60 and 68 degrees: This is just a tease. Can’t go swimming, need a light jacket. Hard pass.
Between 69 and 77 degrees: OK. Now we’re getting there.
Exactly 78 degrees and sunny: Thank you. Forward my mail here please.
Between 79 and 85 degrees: Perfect.
Between 86 and 92 degrees: Now we’re talking. This is summer. Need a pool, an ocean, a pond, whatever. Need access to A.C. But lovely summer weather.
93 to 100 degrees: Hot. No question. But I’m all over it. Much prefered to anything under 60 degrees.
100 degrees and over: Man, is it almost fall? NO! I mean, it’s fine. I’m fine. It’s good. All good.