
Yesterday, the hotness of Boston was all the rage in the local media. Residents wandered around dazed and confused in their cargo shorts, wondering if they were still in Boston or if they'd been transported to California overnight.
The temperature yesterday hit 69 degrees in the city. Those who enjoyed An Inconvenient Truth have more ammunition in the debate over global warming. But those who remain unconvinced about all that global warming jazz will respond that the temperature hit 62 in 1913. (Al Gore, 1; climate scoffers, 0)
Beyond the environmental and political implications, the weather also prompted some interesting fashion choices. People were going around shirtless, and scantily clad joggers were out in force, flaunting their toned bodies before all those who use the winter cold as an excuse to bulk up.
But a few other residents refused to believe in the unusually warm weather. They insisted on wearing gloves and parkas, even though they must have been creating sweat stains galore. Perhaps they thought Mother Nature was pulling a dirty trick and that she was going to break out the punishing cold typical of the season at a moment's notice. Given the odd weather throughout the United States, she might do that, but we may as well enjoy the warmth while we've got it.
Nelly would agree that it's hot in "heeere." Single cover image from allmusic.com.



And I, sadly, was couch-ridden indoors all day with a sprained foot. Dammit...