The heat was growing worse and worse. April was nearly over, but there was no hope of rain for another three weeks, five weeks it might be. Even the lovely transient dawns were spoiled by the thought of the long, blinding hours to come, when one's head would ache, and the glare would penetrate through every covering and glue up one's eyelids with restless sleep. No one, Oriental or European, could keep awake in the heat of day without a struggle. -- George Orwell, Burmese Days
My vote for the worst aspect is the white glare, inescapable. In fact, by eliminating that and using the thermal mass of my condo, I have no inclination to turn on the air conditioning even in the late afternoon.
But outside....miserable!!
Next entry I will show the relationship between the continuing ascending heat and the hoped-for rains.
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