Oh, brother. They never stop.
Nope. They never ever give up even when their own article contradicts itself. It is climate change but not man made. It is just the cycle and it is hot now just like it was in Roman times and when grapes were grown in Greenland and Newfoundland. I wish it were not so but it is.
I promised when I retired 9 years ago I would never spend another August in Oklahoma’s Green Country but here I am, still doing it and now hunkered down in the den under the air conditioner. The Fourth this year promises to be a little more moderate than recent years as we sit in lawn chairs to watch some of the surrounding fireworks as this year it at least cools down in the evening. We could not cut hay earlier, pastures too wet and now they are headed for weedy crumbly dry. I could not spray for weeds either without leaving deep ruts in places or getting stuck. It gets harder every year to take the heat but especially the humidity as I get older. Dad said the same thing. As we age our skin gets thinner with less cooling blood vessels and we become less heat tolerant.
My old tomcat is recovering from heat stroke. I found him Sunday at noon lifeless and tongue hanging out and began to push water and puree by syringe all the next 20 hours on the hour. I thought he was dead but not yet. I thought surely I would lose him, took him to the vet on Monday, gave him fluids until he chewed the IV into. He was weak, staggering, disoriented, aggressive, probably could not see, pupils fixed and dilated. Today, he is famished but almost sweet and gentle old Boots again. Miraculous recovery. I may be able to keep him a bit longer. There are yellow and white kittens and cats all up and down a mile stretch of road where we live but his days of wandering are probably over. When he recovers I will get him neutered.