It’s 86 degrees in Los Angeles as I write this.
Even here, relatively close to the coast it feels too hot. My friends who are further inland are sweating under temperatures that are in the 90s or well over 100.
It’s been pretty hot the past couple weeks and isn’t forecast to cool down for the next several.
I mean, at least we don’t have the type of humidity they have on the east coast where I grew up.
The point I’m trying to make is it’s miserable.
But it’s the middle of summer. That’s what happens in the middle of summer, right?
Well. Um. Here’s what happened when I checked the weather in Stöðvarfjörður, Iceland:
When I was there in November, it was mostly in the mid to high 30s.
Frankly, from where I sit in the 86-degree heat, this sounds like Heaven. (Which makes sense, since it’s Iceland.)