We swelter in the rental cottage with no air. You don’t normally need it here. It seems early for it to be “one of those days.”
When we went out to a couple of local vineyards with a friend (avoiding the heat!!), we ran into a lovely pair of part pitties who were the dapper dog version of pin up. The boy was wearing a tie. The girl pink pearls. They ate crackers. We drank a crisp white and talked with their owners.
Later the husband retreated to a futon on the floor in the room with multiple windows. I stayed in the room that juts back into old growth pines. The cat is curled in a circle of mottled fur next to me – I think she’s s secretly loving it. During the day, shade (in theory) keep things cooler than houses on the sunny side of the street. In theory.
I listen for the deer and wonder what sort of hideaway they’ve found to beat the heat.