I believe Dennis and I are both feeling being out in the hot wind yesterday for a graduation reception. The temps were at the 90 degree mark and we didn’t feel it until we got home. Today Dennis is in a nappy mode. He may feel bad about it, but the ole body does not lie, it wants what it wants. He just needs to regenerate.
What’s this gal to do when the heat takes away vim and vigor. . . I hit my sewing studio and tore apart my sewing machine for a good cleaning and oiling. As I was picking fuzz, my mind was working on a birthday card that is in its “what if” stage. I do feel better when I have a few irons in the fire.
When I did go out to see if the heat was abating about five p.m., and by the way it was not, even Harriet and Tabatha were stretched out as far as their four legs would let them. The heat hits everyone.