Mrs. Noah and I took the Targa to Malibu this morning. It was hot even there. 99 degrees and no wind. On the slog home it was sweatingly uncomfortable. You know what 104 degrees feels like at 70 mph? 104 degrees. She made it look breezy, though.
Then tonight we went to the Greek Theatre tonight to see Jackson Browne. Normally it gets chilly there in the evening once the sun goes down, but for the first two or three songs after we hiked in from parking I was sweating bullets.