(Are you bored yet? Hold on, it gets more interesting.)
Tomorrow we're going to have another stinker hot day, promptly followed by a cool change so significant that I'll be whining "what the hell happened to summer"?
Last week our handy-dandy Premier had nothing much to say about heat, water security, or massive public transport failures, the likes of which I've not known in my lifetime. He was also sanguine about tens of thousands of people not having electricity during the scorching heat as entire suburbs were shut down to ease the load on the grid.
By contrast he's just a little bit hyper about our single hot, hot, hot, hot day tomorrow.
Victorians should cancel whatever plans they may have had for tomorrow and take whatever steps necessary to prepare for what Premier John Brumby is calling the "worst day in the history of the state".
"If you don't need to go out, don't go out, it's a seriously bad day.
"If you don't need to travel, don't travel.
"Don't go on the roads. If you don't need to use the public transport system, don't use it.
"If you can stay at home, stay at home.
"If you've got relatives who are elderly, if you've got friends, if you've got neighbours, please call on them."
Odd thing is, the Premier wasn't hysterical on any of the three successive working days when we had the very same conditions last week.
What a difference it makes when the "worst day in history" can be held on a weekend.