Fried Brains

As evidence of the fact that being a desert dweller can fry one's brains to the point of near insanity, I present to you the following:

After four days of humidity (And rain! Remember that stuff?) in Little Rock—something I just can't deal with, after living in the bone-dry climes of Reno, Las Vegas and Tucson—I was freakin' elated to be back in Tucson's unmoist weather, even though it's supposed to be 107 or so today.

So, to sum up—I was looking forward to 107-degree weather.

To ape a bit from that old "brain-on-drugs" commecial: This is my brain on Tucson's heat. Any questions?