I find it too hot to eat but it hasn’t stopped the vacuum cleaner or the humans. They’re all still munching away.
This climatic challenge has resulted in one point on which Mega and I have reached agreement.
It’s too hot to fight.
We are just floppy.
We have taken a sofa each.
I can’t even get a good sleep though because it’s too stuffy.
I which I could use scissors.
I’d clip all this hair off and run around stark naked. On that front the thing has an advantage over me.
We could be a lot worse. The poor Franklin County dog shelter along with an awful lot of people have no power.
They put out an appeal for ice last evening and people responded so fast that all the puppies are OK.
Think I’ll have a bowl of that for my brekkie.