I am very hot.
No, I am not making claims about my attractiveness. I am reporting the effect of sitting outside on a day when the temperatures have reached the official reading of Stupid Hot. I am in the shade with a pitcher of ice water and a pool at the ready, so the heat is not intolerable. Yet. I am a winter-lovin’ girl but I’m also open to having a more intimate interaction with the opposite extreme of a Northeastern summer heat wave. Of course, this is easy to say when relief is just a cannonball away. Continue reading