Seventy-four is a delightful temperature; not too hot, not too cold. I like seventy-four. Of course, that was outside at five-thirty this morning, and it was seventy-eight in the house. Yes, I'm obsessing about the heat. I know it is much hotter in the Kalahari desert, but I'm not there and I have to work with what I've got. It was 108 in Diamond Springs yesterday afternoon. I think that's hot. I had escaped for awhile and went to Arden's for some great conversation, a wonderful lunch, and air conditioning! Had it not been for my animals, I would have taken a sleeping bag and rented space on her couch. As soon as I got home, Bessie headed for the pool and a cooling dip. The cats walk around the outside of it and I'm sorely tempted to pick them up and dunk their furry little selves, but I don't have enough band-aids.
It is predicted to be hotter today. I can predict a bigger whine tomorrow.