Too hot. Too hot to go to the beach. The sand is boiling, the water is boiling. I don't understand how anything here supports life.
Too hot to sit in that pretty back yard. I huddle in here with the air conditioning set at 70 and watch the little lizards racing along the fence.
Too hot to walk the dogs. Aside from quick pee-walks, they have to wait until 10 pm.
Too hot to go anywhere. The sunblock (SBS 70) doesn't work.
I sleep well, though. There is a ceiling fan over the bed. The perfect blend of air and white noise.
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