Not much is new this week; aside from the fact that it has gone from warm to stupid friggen hot in Phoenix. But complaining about the heat in Phoenix really is a stupid thing to do. I mean, we're in the middle of the damned desert! What do you expect?

Honestly though, I think that the bitching actually cools the body off. Really, when people are complaining about how hot it is, they tend to forget how friggen hot it is. Now you might be asking, "how hot is hot?" Well yesterday, when we were flying back into Phoenix from Des Moines, we received the weather. The little robot that reads the data said, "temperature four-one, dewpoint negative six." That means the temperature was 41'C! With the American exchange rate, that's 106'F. It's the middle of May!

But you know, the locals would say that it doesn't really matter. "It's a dry heat," they say. Apparently, the fact that it feels like it's the inside of an oven instead of inside a stew-pot makes it better. Right, even though kids are melting into puddles of goo on the street, the fact that the heat is dry makes it all better. Well, I'm not convinced.

Anyway, the flight deck is cool most of the time. That is, unless we're starting the engines. The air conditioning packs turn off when we start engines. Aside from that, we keep it nice and cool. For me, the best time in Phoenix, is when I'm in the plane!