...but I am in complete agreement with weather.com:
TOTALLY feels like 106°! Tina and I just spent an hour waiting at the bus station for someone who never arrived. This is an all outdoor station but it is covered so we were in the shade.
Doing nothing but waiting.
And sweating profusely.
Oh, excuse me. Southern women don't sweat.
We.... oh, alright, so we SWEAT.
Came home to sit in front of the fans.
It feels like a balmy 96° inside the house.
We are both completely wilted.
Too hot to eat, and that's saying something.
My poor husband doesn't feel like eating for a completely different reason. He is spending his birthday in bed, contending with what we fear is a case of food poisoning. He was up all night, vomiting VIOLENTLY. He was too weak this morning to go to the doctor; thankfully that wasn't necessary since our local insurance provides house calls. They gave him an injection and a prescription that I will fill shortly. The pharmacy was closed for siesta when we stopped on our way to the bus station.
Instead of fixing him his favorite birthday meal, I'll be feeding him rice and grated apple this evening... IF he's up to eating anything at all. He's still having a hard time just sipping clear liquids. Pray for him, please. This is not how we envisioned celebrating.