I have just checked Google, and it claims that at 5 p.m. today the temperature here in Surrey where I live was 40º C. (104º F.).
If true, then it would have to be a heat record. I have lived her since the start of 1957, and I don't ever remember the temperature reaching 90º F.
Last night I lay atop my bed naked and uncovered beneath the ceiling fan to try and sleep. I rose in the neighbourhood of 1:30 a.m. to find that my younger brother was still watching T.V., but he was seated on a chair in the middle of the living room directly under the ceiling fan which he had running at maximum.
I doubt that he stayed up more than another half hour, but instead of going to his bedroom for the night, he instead went out onto the backyard sundeck and spent the night there.
I remained up until maybe 3:30 a.m. and then returned to bed, this time lying with my head at the foot of the bed. Earlier, even though I was naked and uncovered, I was perspiring so badly that the bedding beneath me was soggy.
This is insane.
I remained atop my bed until about 5 a.m., and then I rose to dress and go outside to water the front yard garden plants. It was daylit by then, of course. A check of my younger brother on the sundeck revealed him to be lying on his left side on the pad that I use when I sun my back. He was dressed in just his shorts and a short-sleeved top and otherwise uncovered.
It would have been too cool for me, but he was quite drunk when he retired there; and he probably has well over 20 pounds on me despite being slightly shorter. He may even be 30 or more pounds heavier than I am, for I last weighed-in a couple or so days ago at a hair below 180 pounds while stripped down.
I returned to bed and remained there on top of the covers, still naked, until perhaps after 9 a.m. By then my brother had sought his bedroom.
He soon enough rose and had a fast shower, by which time I was downstairs ready for him with Odessa Orlewicz's latest video all set to play via on T.V. our Android TV Box: June 27- Tomorrow! Huge Court Case In Toronto With Guest Vladislav.
The video is something under a half hour in duration, but presently only available at YouTube, so I had no choice but to link to it there.
The only other show of note was one I had downloaded previously onto a USB flash drive. Unfortunately, I now realize that it was the second episode and not the first of Jack Whitehall: Travels with My Father, season four. There are only two episodes in the season, so I must now seek out the first of them.
We were to watch T.V. until late into the noon hour, and then my poor brother sought his bedroom for some further rest before he headed away in the very hot early afternoon to begin drenching himself with cold beer somewhere.
I had some exercises scheduled for the backyard toolshed ─ three different types of movements. However, by the time I completed the first exercise in three sets, I was far too overheated and wet with perspiration to continue.
I had to perform the next exercise later in its two sets; and then later still, I performed the final exercise (push-ups) in a single set in some shade outside.
Unfortunately, by that time I had succumbed to reprehensible conduct. Perhaps I was too reluctant to undertake the session of sunning I had been planning on daring out there in the dreadfully hot backyard.
I am going to close today's post (I have two cans of strong beer that are now probably close to freezing that need drinking), but I want to close with the following ─ a post I just made to my Facebook account:
How many of you have heard anything about the four British Airways pilots who have all died within a few weeks of each other, apparently after being vaxxinated with the “perfectly safe” vaxxine?
(I am purposely misspelling the word to try and keep from the notice of those moron Facebook fact checkers.)
These four pilots are not the only ones, it seems. But naturally, you’re not going to be hearing about it on any of the news stations you tune in.
This is the best account of the situation that I have yet come across ─ a June 25 article titled “BA refuse to deny pilots died after covid jab”.
Sure, you can keep ignoring accounts like that. But maybe reconsider taking any long haul flights. After all, as the third paragraph in that article says:
“Pilot deaths are rare, and it may well just be ‘bad luck’ or a ‘coincidence’, but according to a retired RAF pilot who was also an airline captain who flew for several independent British airlines: ‘Airline pilots are a very healthy bunch. I worked for a number of airlines, and I actually cannot recall a pilot dying of any illness before retirement. Four in a few weeks? Unheard of.”
Did you catch that? Such pilots just do not die (outside of accidents) this side of retirement.
But hey ─ the vaxxine is “perfectly safe”! Except … maybe look up the word “perfect” in a dictionary if its definition eludes you.
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