Every year I can't believe how much I hate summer and every year I hate it more.
It was 101 degrees yesterday evening around seven when I took the dog out and the air was thick and hot as the steam room at the gym and smelled like an outhouse. UGH.
Plus, the air conditioning cannot keep up with this heat, so it's too hot to sleep until at least two a.m. That's okay, though, since I elected into the summer power scheme, which means I have to do laundry in the middle of the night.
Happy July 1.
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| A gratuitous picture of my cat |
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