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Supposedly it's the end of summer, right? Almost October! I live two miles from the frelling ocean! It's supposed to be cool and breezy with a few clouds, not hot and clear and dry and desert-like. Hot and sweaty baby = miserable baby = miserable mommy. Grump.
Third night in a row that we're going to go get take-out for dinner because I just can't stand the thought of actually adding more heat to the house. I read an article yesterday about how the urbanization of SoCal has increased our annual average temperature some fifteen degrees since the late 1800's, mostly because of well-watered grass of people's houses and parks (grass holds in the moisture better than native plants, and more humidity keeps in the heat, especially at night). And so I sit in a hot house surrounded by my small patch of well-tended lawn and I know I'm contributing the problem, but damn, where's an Ice age when you need one?
Third night in a row that we're going to go get take-out for dinner because I just can't stand the thought of actually adding more heat to the house. I read an article yesterday about how the urbanization of SoCal has increased our annual average temperature some fifteen degrees since the late 1800's, mostly because of well-watered grass of people's houses and parks (grass holds in the moisture better than native plants, and more humidity keeps in the heat, especially at night). And so I sit in a hot house surrounded by my small patch of well-tended lawn and I know I'm contributing the problem, but damn, where's an Ice age when you need one?
