How do I know it's hot? My toddler, who would live outside if only we would let him, WANTED to come inside this morning. I brought him out and let him run around while I did my morning chores. Usually it's cool in the morning, even if it is going to be a scorcher later. Not today. It was sticky hot before my rooster even had an opportunity to crow at the sun. Bleccchhh. Barrett took me by the hand and led me to the door. When we came in, I gave him a drink and checked to make sure he didn't have a fever. He didn't have a fever, so I guess he just has more sense than I give him credit for.
Last night I decided to take the boys in the BIG baby pool after dinner. The water was about ninety degrees! Yucky. It was not refreshing at all. I would liken our swim to a warm bath with a few bugs floating in the tub. The outlook for next several days is not much better 100, 102, 100, 99. Dammit. I'll be in my underwear sitting in front of the fan for a while.
Shall we think cold thoughts? It can't hurt.