The high at the airport yesterday was only 92F or so, but Rita (my WRX) told me it was 96F … at the end of my drive home. When I started the car in the parking lot at work, the ambient temperature reading was 103, which makes sense given that the car was in full sun for several hours, and that the ambient sensor is somewhere under the hood.

But still, it’s just the first week of June, and already, it’s way too damn hot. When I was in the Midwest last week, I told lots of people that I’d live back up there if I could do what I do; living in the heat and humidity is my penance for getting the kick-ass job of putting hardware into space. [Could be worse ... I could live near Houston or Cape Canaveral.]

Unlike last summer when I posted readings like this, it’s not a dry heat. Our dewpoints right now are consistently near 70F, and with a Bermuda high over Georgia and western South Carolina, we’re not gonna see rain for the next week or so, other than spotty storms that rise from the heat of the day. Will Carroll told me today that I could have all of Indianapolis’s storms that I wanted—11 inches of rain over the last 24 hours? YES PLEASE!