This will almost certainly be the first July in recorded history where the high temperature in Louisville never reaches 90 degrees. It hasn't happened yet, and the extended forecast doesn't call for anything over 85 through the end of the week.
For those of us who've lived through a lot of schweaty Louisville summers, this is nothing short of miraculous. It makes me think August and the first half of September are going to be a hairy bitch, but I'll deal with that when it happens. How? By complaining. By complaining a lot.
So this disproves the whole global warming thing, right? Not so fast, Glenn Beck. My boss went to Vegas for her anniversary and said the high one day was 126. One. Twenty. Six. That's John-Wayne-Gacy-burning-in-hell kind of hot. And my brother says it's even been humid there this summer. Ouch.
Who blogs about the weather? Someone who almost forgot he has to blog every single day in July and it's after 11pm, that's who.