The last day of this year is forecast to max out at 38°C.
I learnt this more than 24 hours ago, and even though I've waited very patiently, the forecast isn't changing. At all. I was kind of hoping, this being Melbourne, that it would.
You would think that I would be spending the day immersed in water. Or squarely ensconced in air conditioning. Or at the very least in my bathtub, touching no one and nothing.
Instead, I'll be in my car. My black car. Because I'm clever like that.