Last week I decided I would take one hour early every morning – when it is cool – to straighten up the garage. Not going to happen. HOT – that’s why. Hot in the morning, hot in the day, hot at night.
Yesterday it was 91 degrees and felt like 102; those of us in Northern Indiana are not used to such linebacker humidity. Sets you right on your rear – sends you scurrying for the AC.
Oh, gosh, the spectre of a power outage is the new monster under my bed.
I for one am waiting for the RAIN. Of course I’m doing it here in the comfort of my AC. I cleaned some drawers this morning to make it look like I was working. It’s so hot, the dog looks at me like I’m crazy when I ask him if he wants out. “Out? Heck no! It’s hot out there, moron.” That’s what I think he says anyway.