Fall into fall with orphan storms

Oh, the higher temps in the middle of the week were dismaying (36 C in September can just shove off), but some of the turmoil in the gulf has been drifting north, bringing lots and lots of rain and some relief.

These are, as far as I've read recently, unnamed tropical depressions or some sort of disturbance. I don't know what they're officially called. They don't make it into hurricanes or even storms; they get tagged with some alpha-numeric code and then they just fall apart into anonymous strips of thunder.

I'm sort of torn. I'm glad these storms don't coalesce into something more devastating, because they're strong enough. I was stuck in a heavy downpour late last night, and my wipers were barely fast enough. Fortunately, traffic was light, I mostly remembered where most of the lane markers were, and I have AWD and wasn't going anywhere deep (flash floods happen here for some reason), so it was oddly peaceful apart from the one tiny part where thankfully only one side of my car suddenly hit a few inches of moving water...on an overpass. Like, how does that happen? I understand the very basic tenets of fluid dynamics but how does that much water collect that quickly?

However, I also appreciate what these storms have done to our weather and I wish there was more recognition, anthropomorphism or not. I had consistent ass sweat up until November last year, so this pre-fall/fall has already been a big improvement. We needed rain too (maybe not this much), so why not name these storms as well? Why must only the big bad ones get named and not also the milder and largely beneficial systems?

So I'm adopting this storm, whatever it is that's going on this week (maybe it's been two or more storms total, but I'm not sure what's going on). I'm calling her Emma. Remnants of Emma? What could have been Emma? Relief Emma? What's the technical term here?

Oh, and I've run a few times this week.  Today was three miles in between the bouts of rain.

I ran again (a couple or so more times)

I've lost count.

Thanks to Gordon (and possibly other tropical storms), the temps have been amazing.  Today's high: 25 C.  What?!!!

This summer, the nighttime lows were higher than that.  Add in the humidex (which I've been ignoring but definitely wilting from) and I'd pretty much forgotten what anything below 30 felt like.

I had class this morning at 8 and my kid was dragging, so I couldn't run until this afternoon, but it was still fine. It was 23 and overcast, and not 36 or  38 or whatever horrific number.  Plus I wanted it to be an easy run because my legs are still a bit sore from a recent 9/11 memorial stair climb (110 stories), and I want to save some juice for tomorrow. Knock wood, the weather is going to be like today, and I won't have an early class, so I can grab the dog and go.  Maybe we'll even make it down to the river.

I feel bad for all of those affected by the strong weather systems, and I feel bad for those who enjoy sunshine...but I haven't seen that infernal ball all week and I'm pumped! Sorry, dude, it's not personal.
Gosh, I actually feel human again.

I ran again and will run again

Actually, I ran a couple of short runs last week or the week before.  The overnight lows dropped to 24-25 C, and I couldn't waste that, even though the originally projected longer bout of cooler weather eventually withered to practically nothing.  I needed to cling to something.

Otherwise, it's been straight 37-38 C/26 C and I've been miserable.  26 C in the morning is still too hot for me, unless it's dry, which it isn't here. Heck, I've barely been walking even though I carry baby wipes and extra underwear, and I can use my umbrella as a parasol (and I sometimes do because I get headaches from the heat and sun...(I need to find a straw hat because anything else on my head also gives me a headache))...and not exercising in turn jacks up my sleep plus the heat makes my limbs ache so I've become overly reliant on Tylenol PM which, even though I take half the recommended dose, makes me drowsy after a while because use isn't supposed to exceed two weeks and who knows how far beyond I am that, I've failed to keep count or to give myself breaks, and my latest exam score though not an outright failure is a testament to that and perhaps it's even low enough to merit academic counseling, which isn't too bad usually because it's here to help us and it's very supportive, yeah, I've been a couple of times because whenever our marks veer too close to, or into, the danger zone, we get a friendly email, and yes, this sentence reflects my summer, a massive convoluted frustrating and endless day or week or month or however long it is that I become embalmed in the zone between full wakefulness and full sleep like one of those hapless and useless grubs entombed in fiery golden liqueur.

Summer is my least favourite season, even back home in Canada. A few scattered days in the mid-thirties is bad enough, but 4 months of mid-thirties to mid-forties, with lows still mostly too high to run in, has been

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whatever, fill in the blank and move on

because I am moving on, I think, finally!  DISCLAIMER: it's an excerpt. I'd rather not be a tease, but I've had this earworm since I heard this song on ah/fm several days ago.  The full track was like, whoa.

SOOO the high temps hit suddenly and hard around May 1, and in a lovely parallel, a storm is now passing through, followed by at least ten days of 29-32 C. Fingers crossed that there's indeed a summer weather switch somewhere and it's going to stay clicked off (ignoring that 29-32 C is still summer weather...can't be too greedy).

So the plan is to run this morning!

Also my parking pass expired at the end of August, so I'm going to have to get off my butt at any rate!