It was so hot today ... How hot was it?

What happens in Vegas will no longer stay in Vegas. If it did, I wouldn't be sharing this photo of me outside Circus Circus.

I'm looking at the current temperature in Mountain Home. See it? Up there in the right corner. "Mostly cloudy, 85 degrees," it reads.

I think the overnight lows here in sunny Las Vegas (OK, Henderson, but if I said that, would you know where I was?), are in the 80s. I remember that being one of the reasons I left here and ventured north to Idaho in 2006. When the coldest it gets in a 24-hour period is 93, it is time to find new digs.

The weather was so hot last week, my bottle of sunblock melted. This on a day that it rained in North Idaho. When it gets this hot, and not even June yet, I wonder why I left Idaho. Idaho has seasons. Las Vegas does not. Unless you count the autumn monsoon when it rains hard for two weeks and everything gets flooded. Then it all dries up and it's hot again. Not quite as hot, but no one is going to freeze.

Right now, that blue Otter Pop I know is in the freezer looks pretty good.

I know; only May, it's just going to get worse, at least I have air conditioning, just stay inside ...

This is supposed to make me feel better. It doesn't but things aren't all bad here. I know that I can eat any time of day or night that I want and not be limited to Taco Bell. If I feel nostalgic for eras I didn't live through, I can find Elvis rather easy. There are roller coasters and a circus and magicians and former celebrities by the dozen.

All that and more. Don't let that fool you. Given the opportunity, I'd go sit in a cabin in the woods (my own little mountain home, if you will), and leave the city behind forever. Especially if it the thermometer topped out at 85 and I could get a pizza at 1 a.m.