In Spokane we have two seasons: Complaining About the Cold and Complaining About the Heat. We’re smack in the middle of “It’s too hot!” season, but for once I’m not whining about the soaring temperature. My family is shocked by this development. Usually, once the thermometer hits 80, I crank up the air conditioning, brew gallons of iced tea, and use the phrase “I’m melting!” repeatedly. I actually have a medical diagnosis to explain my aversion to the heat. My family moved to Guam when I was a year old. According to my mother, I promptly broke out in an awful rash. She took me to the doctor and he said, “She’s allergic to the sun.” Who knew you could be allergic to a star? I think I’m also allergic to James Franco, but that’s another column/Cindy Hval, SR Front Porch. More here.
Question: Have you complained about the heat in the last 24 hours?