Mid afternoon yesterday it was 109. Before the day was done, it was 111.
For those of you who measure degrees in terms of Celsius, that would be 43.8 degrees.
Any way you put it that would be hotter than a cat on a hot tin roof. Stepping outside when it's 111/43.8 degrees is like stepping into a blast furnace.
When it gets that hot the a/c runs full time in order to keep the house at 78 degrees. Gonna love that electricity bills when it arrives on the first.
The weatherperson predicts triple digit weather for at least another 10 days. Nothing like sweltering heat when you have a major head cold. Wish this heat would dry up my nose.
Grace keeps cool in her Fourth of July outfit. She's a Yankee Doodle Dandy, isn't she?
We had dinner out the other night at a place that has a Spanish name when translated into English means "The Place Where Stupid People Eat". I saw a couple of people who acted stupid but mostly the restaurant was filled with a nice group of people. I had their fish stew which was seasoned with too much Tarragon. I forget what the wife had. Whatever it was she liked it and wants to go back to eat again at the place where stupid people eat.
Grace says it's not nice to say the word stupid. Instead of using stupid I should to switch to using vertically challenged. How politically correct that would be. . .