What can I say? It’s hot. Very hot. And, I’m loving it.
Laurinda and I were talking about the altered state that happens during a heat wave that brings with it nostalgia for simpler, not necessarily easier, days.
It’s a perfect time to get lost in a book and that’s exactly what I’m doing. That, and not much else.
I’m happy to go through this heat with the option to come inside and cool off as needed, but I’d rather be outside. I spent a lot of years without AC here in Kamloops. Heat stroke is a very real thing. Ask me how I know.
It’s about to get too hot for the pups, so we’ll spend more time indoors over the next few days. We’ll sneak out to the shade in the backyard now and then and maybe we’ll linger. Maya would be content in the house while I stayed outside, but Murphy and I are joined at the metaphorical hip. He wouldn’t tolerate the separation for long.
We’ll survive on salad, ice cream, and cold tea (Gerry and me— the pups), and water the gardens early. We’ll work on the jigsaw puzzle and read and write and read and read.
Sounds pretty sweet to me.