The funny thing about temperatures that rise past 100 degrees (F): anything less, seems positively cool. So yesterday, when the thermostat read 90, it seemed a good idea to grab my camera and head to the park, to snap a few pictures and soak up the clement weather. That was all fine and good until sweat began to pour from every orifice, my toes swelled up like Knackwurst, and I had to do an emergency drive-through at McDonald’s just for a large iced water.
Still, now that I’m facing another week of swelter and a hectic work schedule, meandering through that park doesn’t seem so bad. While I’m dreaming, let’s meet up. Don’t forget your coconut oil, shades, and a cool beverage. Maybe I’ll pack a lunch. We’ll forget about all we have to do; instead we’ll while the hours away, soaking in the beauty of nature, and catching up on the good stuff . . .