That's the temp gauge that monitors the temperature inside the transport bins on the Dog Truck (without the A/C unit running). We haven't "officially" broken the century mark here in the DFW area, but its hit the 100 degree mark in lots of the unofficial outlying areas already. This is the time of year here where the Weather Guy on TV can just copy/paste the forecast for the next 4 or 5 months:
"Mostly sunnny - with highs in the mid to upper nineties. Some areas reaching the triple digits."
At least the more resilient residents of my garden enjoy this time of year:
I'm finally pretty much over my ailments. The bronchitis really dragged on, but I'm feeling much better. Good thing, too, 'cuz I've been called out a couple of times at night this week on work calls. Counting two call outs after hours and my regular shift I logged 17 hours on Tuesday. I'm getting too old for this shit.
One of the calls was around Midnight, and involved me having to respond to a crime scene. It was some sort of domestic disturbance that resulted in the husband being arrested, and the wife being carried out in a body bag during my visit. I was there to take custody of their dog until another family member could be located to care for it .
I couldn't help but think as they rolled her past me and out the front door of the house into the night.....
I'll bitch about the heat. I'll bitch about the hours, lack of sleep, and general irritation of the job. I'll complain about not feeling well. But in the end, I'm not having nearly as bad a time of things as she is.