Friday's thermometer reading at 2 p.m.
Hotter here in the loft garden due to all the pavement.
This morning (10 am), we were walking next door to the cute antique store and I tell my sweetie how nice it feels outside.
"It's 95 degrees," he says.
"Well, feels better now than it will later this afternoon."
The low at night has broken an new record high. What? It got down to 86 degrees overnight.
It was 107 at 7 pm and it is 100 degrees now at 9 pm.
Reminds me of the tour bus driver when we were in Las Vegas a few years ago. Commenting on the summer weather, "You say, 'It's a dry heat.' Well, so is a blow torch."
Thinking cool thoughts.
