Man it's a hot one, like seven inches from the midday sun ....
I listened to the lyrics from the Carlos Santana song, Smooth, which was on my car radio today. It was 102 degrees outside according to my phone.
When I first got in the car, I nearly burned my hand on the steering wheel! I was hating the heat but then I remembered these scenes from not that long ago.
I remember listening to snowplows working hour after hour during the night and me worrying about the morning commute.
I remember having to clear my car off abour a million times a day to keep up with the accumulation of snow and ice. And one of my least favorite sounds in the world is the sound of an ice scraper on the windshield of a car. It sends chills up my spine. It's like nails on chalkboard!
I remember having to keep my distance from all the cars on the road in case I skidded or worse yet, someone who does not know how to drive in snow slid into me.
And I remember having to shovel a path just to get to the car and then still having to shovel off the car.
Ok, I am not going to hate these triple digit temps. I think I can make peace with the heat.
How are you staying cool?
