Yesterday, in the land of the frozen North, or as the McKensie Brothers would have it, the “Great White North,” it got to 100 degrees outside. Please understand that I am not making a political or societal comment here. I am just saying that 100 degrees is just wrong. Very wrong!
A friend of mine who hails from Houston, Texas, said to me once, “The cold up here is like the summer back home. Here you scurry from your warm car to a warm house, and if you get caught outside long enough, it just might kill you. In Texas, it is just the reverse.”
I can live with the winter car-to-home scurry. But adding the summer version is simply a bridge too far. So if you’d like to find me, I’ll be in my dark, air-conditioned basement. My dogs and I will be shunning the light of day until the hot spell is over. This life is indeed sad and cruel!
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