Holy Hotness

Went outside at around 2:30 this afternoon because I wanted to know what a heat index of 105 feels like. It's much like standing in front of the oven door when you're taking out a tray of cookies, only the oven is in front of you, above you, below you, and behind you.

One of my friends from work who talks with me in a fakey put-upon Bibble-Bobble british accent just for fun says he's never felt it so humid in the city before in his life.

My kitty really seems to like it though. She's splayed out in the un-airconditioned hall, soaking it all in.