Has it been hot where you live these past couple of days? New England has been a sauna for most of the week. Sweaty. Sticky. So hot that you could probably boil an egg on your tongue if you stuck it out long enough.
Okay, slight exaggeration. I think I’ve earned it, since we don’t have air conditioning in the house. (Well, we do have one in the master bedroom. But it was so hot last night, that the machine couldn’t keep up. So it was still super hot… even though the air conditioner was running full force). All week, my makeup has dripped off my face as I’ve put it on. And who needs jogging. I’ve worked up a sweat when I’ve walked across the yard to check the mail.
Going to work has suddenly felt like a good thing. My desk area is nice and cool. It’s too bad they don’t have a ‘Bring your husband and cats to work day.’ Then my happiness would be complete. It’s hard to enjoy the cool air, when my husband and cats are withering away from the heat back home.
Ninety-eight degrees Farenheit. That’s what my car’s outdoor temperature read when I drove home at 5pm yesterday. Sometimes, it’s better not to know.
I pulled into my driveway and noticed my neighbors splashing around in their above-ground pool. I would have been happy to sit on the ground next to it, just so I could catch some of those splashes. And my husband was out watering the lawn. I envied those blades of grass. I even envied my husband when he turned the sprinkler on too soon and ended up soaking himself. There has to be a kid for me to borrow so that I have an excuse to run around in the sprinkler.
If it gets any hotter, I have a feeling that I won’t wait to borrow a kid. I’ll just run through it and deal with the neighbor’s raised eyebrows at a later date.
Today at least feels a bit cooler, because the sun is hiding behind clouds. Maybe we’ll get some rain? Still, I think that it’s going to be an iced coffee day. And when I leave for work, I think I’m going to forget my umbrella… on purpose.