Too hot...
The little weather bug on my computer right now is telling me that it is 101 degrees.
Stepping outside tells me that *THIS* is what it is like to live in a blast furnace. 'Tis horrid and hot. I'm sitting in an air conditioned office, and it's still too hot. I feel sorry for the guys, who had to work outside all day.
I'm staying late at work today so that Frank could leave his dog, Louie, here, rather than to physical therapy, because it would be inhumanely cruel to make a dog wait in a car on a day like today. Frank should be back soon.
In the meantime. I am melting. guh.
Stepping outside tells me that *THIS* is what it is like to live in a blast furnace. 'Tis horrid and hot. I'm sitting in an air conditioned office, and it's still too hot. I feel sorry for the guys, who had to work outside all day.
I'm staying late at work today so that Frank could leave his dog, Louie, here, rather than to physical therapy, because it would be inhumanely cruel to make a dog wait in a car on a day like today. Frank should be back soon.
In the meantime. I am melting. guh.