It's hot here. It's staying hot. In fact, today it's getting hotter. They're saying the record, which is 102 degrees, is in jeopardy.
I've been driving my eleven year-old Corolla, whose air conditioning conked out many years ago, back and forth between Beaverton and Joan's house in Portland, transporting stuff over here. It's slow. It's hot. Going up and down the stairs to my place with boxes of my crap I am suddenly feeling old and tired.
I'm pretty sure that today is going to be a light day if not a totally off-day.
So, for all you across the country who are sweltering, I feel ya.