Hot stuff

Apparently Just Enough Craig isn't living up to its name these days. Apparently people read this thing and are waiting for the exciting conclusion of the California bike trip. Apparently they'll get what they want but not today. For today I write about something that has nothing at all to do with the fact that I might be trying for filler -- to publish at least one post this month so as not to break my streak of posting each month.

Today my ride home from work was the first one this year where it felt hot. The weather report online assures me that Phoenix is finally -- yes, finally -- hitting daily highs above 40ºC, which statistically is about average for this time of the year, but somehow today it felt especially hot, as if I had stepped not outside but inside -- into a blast furnace.

It could be that I spent an unusually large amount of time this weekend inside air conditioning and that my sweat glands had weakened to mere mortal status.

It could be that I failed to keep up with my normal water intake this afternoon at my desk and was dehydrated on the ride home.

But then again, maybe it really was hot. As evidence for this alternative explanation, I provide for you evidence A:
I passed this guy on the canal path. As I passed him I realized that, yes, that blurry white thing on his neck and upper back is a bag full of ice! Here's evidence B, the close-up:So much for bikes not having air conditioning!