It’s 800 degrees in the shade and I’m getting ready to go outside. It’s hot in the house even with the air conditioning on. Maybe it’s just me, I’m always hot these days. For the past three years, HOT. Nothing I can do about it, not unless something really strange happened.
Dressed in head-to-toe linen, some sort of Southern summer ritual, and I’m still hot. Ceiling fan on the perfect setting and I’m still hot. Shouldn’t have drank that soda, oh well. I’ll go back to cold water and we’ll see what happens.
It’s 800 degrees in the shade and I’m getting ready to go outside. Don’t bring the ice cream.