It's Seventy Seven and the Mercury is headed for the rooftop garden. Figuratively speaking of course, the new-fangled thermostat/thermometer in the livingroom is all digital hoo-hah.
I'm hot.
The Dowager Princess is melting. Ungrateful wench, I gently wet her fur down so that she'd cool off better. Oh the mewling. You'd think I was yanking tangled dingleberries out of her furry hindquarters. (Reason #1 to have a short haired cat).
Ikea is calling me, I must go get another curtain rod, it's too hot to work at this desk.
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Yeah, I walk outside and it's like being in a fan blowing hot air. I have a feeling fire season is starting here.
And my mom was saying NorCal didn't get enough rain this year so it's looking like another drought. Ugh.
We've been getting dumped on by rain. But 70s? And you're complaining? Sigh. If only. We're usually in the high 80s by now. It's only been in the low 80s.
Hot is nothing.
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