So hot I can't think, much less type. This hour it is the high for the day: 99 degrees, with a heat index of 105 to 110 degrees. That's hotter than body temp. And even though I got to sleep in my brother's air-conditioned room last night, the heat caused a brown-out, so I woke up sweaty at around 3:00 in the morning and had to wander around gathering the fans to point them directly at me. No breakfast for me because I didn't want to let the cold air out.
Good times.
Tattersall Distillery, The Murder on the Links, and TMI
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Been a busy weekend. Friday the family went to The Murder on the Links by
Agatha Christie at Theatre in the Round. Might be one of my favorite Agatha
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Remember the part where I wrote that it was so hot I couldn't think. The proof of that is that I mixed two stories of waking up hot since I obviously didn't look for fans to point at me on the night of the brown-out because fans would be useless without electricity to run them. Yeah.
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