I don't know why the local weatherman even shows up for work in the mornings anymore. He could have put the day's report for the last couple weeks ("Highs in the low nineties and dry as a bone,") in the can in late June and gone on vacation in the Bahamas and nobody would be the wiser.
I'm to the point where I'm almost jealous of weather like this; at least it's a break in the monotony. Here in Indy it just clouded up briefly and spit such a meager amount of rain that you would have had to run around to get wet. Seriously, the wet spots on the sidewalk never merged.
Yesterday? Low 90s and sunny. Today? Low 90s and sunny. Tomorrow? Low 90s and sunny. I'm reminded of the scene in Restaurant At The End Of The Universe, where they're stuck in the all-black interior of the stunt spaceship and Arthur Dent says he feels like he's going to be sick and Ford Prefect replies "Go ahead. We could do with a little color about the place."
Meanwhile, in the northern part of the state: Northern Indiana wells going dry, prompting state probe