Every year I forget what 110 degrees feels like. I think the subconscious mind makes a clear decision at the end of the hot season to block out what a painful experience the body just went through. I guess like childbearing, we forget quickly so that we are willing to do it again. We all tell each other that we are not allowed to complain, we live here and we know what it is about. I have to say however, that first 110 degree day always hurts and no amount for spiting misters can make it better. Walking outside instantly drains the body and we all start to nap more, get up earlier and drink more then our normal gallon of water a day required to live in the desert. For anyone reading this who does not live in AZ I will say yes it is a dry heat and yes all we prefer it over the eastern humidity but there is just no way for me to describe the feeling of a blast furnace heat smacking you in the face. That said, I love living here and would never trade it for a mid-western winter of my youth. To kick off summer in AZ and celebrate our first 110 degree day I share these pictures of foam taped to door handles so patrons do not literally burn their fingers. It’s that hot!