Precious Peeps it’s PITS here to heave you over the humpty. I’m doing a little better but we are under what meteorologist call a heat dome.
It’s like we are trapped in an oven and are baking very slowly.
Yesterday when Dad came home from work he pulled me into the pool. When that water hits it sure is refreshing but I prefer to lie on top of the vent of the air conditioner in the back hall.
It’s the coolest place in the house but yesterday my repos was sadly interrupted by the cheeping of the smoke alarm.
It was one of those annoying little high pitched beeps you get when the battery needs changing. It frightens me no end. Even the Gizz gets shaky with that sound.
We both cling to Granny’s feet when it happens until she understands and gets the battery changed. Since she was baking while it was buzzing it took a while so we were shaking like it was storming.
Speaking of storms a good downpour would not go amiss right now but as I’ve learned from every weather forecaster in this hemisphere that doesn’t happen in heat domes.
So we must endure and do our best to stay cool!
Gotta run as we gotta trot early.
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