Okay, folks. It's hot! I mean, it's REALLY HOT! If Satan lived in Texas, he'd have to go to Hell in the summer time just to cool off. We officially hit three-digit temperatures yesterday, and the weather man this morning said we can count on being in the 100's and 110's for the foreseeable future. When it "cools off" after the sun goes down, it's still in the high 80's and low 90's!
This means I am now even more grateful for Druscilla, and that we don't venture out of doors unless we absolutely have too. I sat down in my car yesterday to go home for lunch, and the sunlight coming through the windshield had heated up my seat so much, that I got a butt-burn through my pants! Now, THAT's hot!
Poor Ziggy growls at us every time we try to take him outside for a walk, because the ground is so hot and dry the little pads of his feet get burned - even on the grass. So he walks really wierd pulling his feet up really high as he steps. He reminds me of the famous Austrian military high-stepping horses when he does that!
So, we're all just kind of laying around and being slugs this week. It's too hot to even eat! (But I still haven't lost any more weight. Seems like if I'm not eating and it's really hot out, I should have pounds melting off. But I don't.)
So, for those of you living farther north, be very grateful!