H.O.T

We have family in town visiting, so lots of stories to come, but tonight, just a short update:

It is H.O.T.

The digital thermometer (out from yogurt making) reads 87 degrees in the house.  I don't know what it read midday.

Now, I'm not sure of the math involved here, but if you plug it into the whatevermajjiger equation necessary, I'm pretty sure that means its actually 107 degrees in this kitchen, counting the humidity.

The upside to a very warm home is a vibrant outdoor life little bothered by the heat.  After all, that breeze outdoors can make things downright doable.

And the water features at the park are the stuff sultry days are made of.  P, having forgotten BB but having found a pencil, fancied the monster on a paper scrap and played with that.  He washed him down slides with water cascades, held him under the sprinkler's glacial glory and, finally, splatted the poor pinklessness to the underside of the playground equipment.   Repeatedly.  Only to climb the ladder, carefully, and while toting a bucket full of this brisk blessing,  to wash the doodle down.  Repeatedly.  While cackling.

Its hot, but its still fun!