I page back through my records to see when I’ve enjoyed a heatwave more than this one. Somehow three days of 100o+ is more memorable than three weeks of 98o. Monsoon has been a total bust so far, doing nothing but increasing the evening humidity. Which…

…yeah. Thanks loads.

One nice thing about low humidity in summer is it makes the temperature drop like a rock when the sun goes down. That’s actually the worst thing about low humidity in winter, but that’s not the hill we’re climbing right now. So I’m staying up till eleven waiting in vain for the heat to moderate, then I’m sweating in bed not getting much sleep, then when I get vertical I’m dizzy because no matter how much water I pour down it isn’t enough. Note to self:

At least one more of these down the hatch today. I’ve got two of these little plastic bottles that I cycle through the cooler so most of the time I’m not drinking hot water. Four one-liter bottles allows me to confirm that I’m drinking over a gallon of water a day, but it’s not enough, and this has gone on long enough now that it’s showing. I have plenty of water – we went on a supplemental water run Saturday just to make sure all the bottles were full – but it’s literally a chore pouring down that much water. Just because you’re not thirsty doesn’t mean you’re not dehydrated.

Speaking of distasteful chores…

I went to Ian’s this morning and got the crockpot working for supper, dumped a couple of bloody packages into the sink, which brought this guy out of the drain.

I’ve been playing cat and mouse with this damned centipede for over a week. Not really sure which of us is the mouse. Can’t just flush him down the plumbing, I tried that, he won’t go. They apparently can live indefinitely in the drain. Waiting. These things creep me out, but I sealed the drain and now at least I have him … right where I don’t want him. The sort of situation that makes me wish I had a husband to yell for. “Joel! Come get this icky poisonous arthropod out of the sink!”

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11 Responses to Ugh.

  1. W Wilson says:

    Pour some bleach down the sink.

  2. DaveS says:

    Maybe I’m misunderstanding things about the photograph, but if you had the rascal in that position and had time to take a picture of it, why didn’t you just kill it right then?

  3. Tree Mike says:

    When I was in the Cal. Army Guard back in the mid 80’s, we would do annual training in the summer at Ft. Erwin, Barstow, California. We were supposed to drink 2 gallons of water each day and I forget How many salt tablets for retaining water. So yeah, MORE than one gallon, yeah, it is a PITA.
    Centipedes creep me out too. They’re bigger here in Tennessee, than old home San Diego Co., Ca. Lucky me.

  4. Okay, I get that the electrical system you have for the Lair would never accommodate an air conditioner. But, you have a 12v ceiling fan, as I recall, right? If you can have the electrical juice to run a ceiling fan, cant you run a portable swamp cooler style cooling device? The ones I see are essentially a bale of hay with a drip tray of water on top and a fan blowing air through the whole mess. I would think it would run even with the mineral rich soup you have for groundwater and the electrical impact versus your ceiling fan should be virtually zero.

  5. Joel says:

    I’ll be honest with you, CZ, I never found swamp coolers anything but frustrating. Lots of people use them but to my mind they increase humidity without doing much to moderate temperature.

  6. Anonymous says:

    I had a swamp cooler in Kansas. It just made me feel clammy. But then, it was a humid environment, and yours isn’t. Maybe it’d make a difference on low humidity days.
    If I were you, I might test it with a small fan, but I doubt it. Life is best when there’s occasional extremes.

  7. Malatrope says:

    Anonymous, you are the first person I’ve ever heard who appreciated the value of extremes. Without contrast, life becomes a ceaseless grey slog in featureless goo. This is why I live where there are four distinct seasons, each with its extreme weather, and vastly different lengths of days.

    And this is a reaction to the 12 miserable years I spent in Florida where (mostly) one season is the same as another. The only place worse would be Hawaii, where it literally never changes.

    Forget the Queen, God Save the Contrasts!

  8. Don't mind me. says:

    Ice cold water tastes/feels better, but room temp water will keep your body more acclimated to the ambient temp.
    The cold cools you, but only temporarily, after which your body goes into overdrive to maintain temperature.
    Try it, you’ll find you’re more comfortable overall.

  9. Fitty says:

    Wouldn’t boiling water take care of the centipede problem?

  10. Joel says:

    The problem with the centipede was that sometimes I kind of channel my inner Jain: I wanted to remove the bug without killing it – or getting stung by a pissed-off bug. Decided yesterday that was taking the search for good karma too far so I cut it in half and waited for it to stop squirming, then picked it up and tossed it outside.

  11. bill says:

    A bit of dawn dish soap in the drain (when one isn’t planning to use the sink for a while) may keep crawlies from emerging.

To the stake with the heretic!