It is Hot

As I pondered today what to write.  Several topics churned in my head from events in the last week. The inauguration of President Obama (congratulations) , my holidays on the Mornington Peninsula, the excitement of the Australian Open or the decline of the Australian team in the one day cricket.  Whilst, all these topics are riveting and need to be addressed, the extreme heat impeded me from writing.  Tragic.

You may be wondering how does some mild heat stop someone from writing?  Good question.  I am glad you asked.  

This is not just mild heat.  Yesterday, it was 37 degrees.  Today, the temperature hit 40 degrees.  Tomorrow, it will be even hotter.  Not only that, the heat is not just hot, but dry and arid.  It takes incredible effort just to breathe.  The heat was so intense that the railway tracks for the public transport buckled because of the heat.  (Lynn Kosky, the public transport minister should be sacked).  Because of the heat, 150 of the rail services have been cancelled (Get rid of Kosky).  The railway service, Connex, resorted to handing out free bottles of water and ice-cream to impatient passengers. (Again, blame Kosky - why are bottles of water being handed when we are in the middle of a severe drought) 

This is not just hot heat.  During the Australian Open of Tennis, Novak Djokovic, the defending champion, retired because of heat exhaustion.  The roof to the stadium had to be closed.  The tennis ball spontaneously combusted during a match.  Nadal served the ball.  It sizzled as it flew through the air and then burst into flames in mid-air.

This is the hottest heat in the last 100 years in Australia.  Blackouts are expected as the demand for electricity is at an all time high.  Rubbish bins around the city are spontaneously combusting.

So, to all the readers of this blog, I apologise for not writing a blog entry.    I had intened on writing an entry; but, it is hot.  Really hot.