Dealing with the heat

On Saturday morning, it went from 55 degrees Fahrenheit at 6 a.m. to 85 at 2 p.m. High temperature yesterday was 90, today it was 95.

As always, Ted showed up first for choir practice tonight.

“Hot today,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. “But what’s bad is that it went from fifty something to eighty something in a day.”

Talking about the heat was depressing, so we started talking about the economy. That got depressing, so we talked politics. That got depressing, so we talked about New Bedford. That got depressing, but by then there were enough people for us to start singing. The first really hot weather of the season always makes me depressed and crankier than usual. Good thing we had choir practice tonight, because the music made all that crankiness disappear.