TCD MS 10515 folio 128 recto
These days are very weary, long, dull, monotonous. Very little energy for work and much too hot to enjoy it. The thermometer mocks us at 117°F; the clouds of dust are an incessant discomfort. I try to take an intelli-gent interest in the detailed descript-tions of Stumboldts travels but find myself in a sweaty slumber after digesting a few pages. The worst of this hot weather is that there is no pleasant prospect of a change; no cooling rains; no hope of re-vigoration in the hills; we must contemplate the sun growing daily more intense in the same cloud-less skies and patiently wait for its gradual decline.
The maximum temperature has not been below 100 since June 5th.