Actually, it’s hotter than the hubs out there just now. At 10 in the morning it’s 101º in what should be the shade of the back porch. But there’s no shade: the sky is overcast. So everything is sorta…gray.
Steamy gray.
Truth to tell, I like a gray day…if it’s in San Francisco.
Hereabouts: not so much. Our “gray day” resembles the inside of an oven.
Ruby and I opted the morning doggy-walk. Even at 7:00 in the morning, it was soggy enough and hot enough to extinguish the Human.
Ahh, but it does lead you to count your blessings. Think of all the jobs you don’t have, for example.
- You’re not digging a trench across an excavated roadway.
- You’re not driving a delivery truck: one that has no air conditioning and no windows or passenger doors.
- You don’t work in a service station. (Or do you?)
- You’re not walking dogs for your neighbors.
- You don’t dock tankers at a pier.
- You don’t mow lawns.
- You don’t herd small children around a preschool playground
- On and on….
Seriously: today is an awful day. As ugly and as uncomfortable as I can remember, this side of unlovely Ras Tanura, the unholy oil camp where I grew up by the shore of the Persian Gulf.
At least hereabouts we can be confident that the air will cool down a bit over the next week or so. Or at least dry out!
M’hijito is supposed to come over for dinner tonight. I sure don’t want to go out in that swamp for a grocery expedition. Hmmmm….
Well, we have a VERY nice steak in the fridge.
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Huh!
Yesterday I was feeling awful. Actually asked my son to tote me out to the Mayo today.
This morning, whatever that was is totally gone.
Can’t even imagine what ailed me. But whatever it was, I’m mighty glad to be rid of it.
Weird!