It’s about 95 degrees outside and I don’t have air conditioning. My kids are lying on the floor in front of a fan. The Labrador is pawing the keyboard, trying to book a flight to his ancestral home in northern Canada. The cat found a barber’s hair trimmer and has shaved off all his fur. And my computer is getting so hot that a few minutes ago, Microsoft Word refused to cut and paste some dialogue in my new novel. (First Bill Gates tries to correct my grammar — now he’s editing the words in my characters’ mouths? I don’t think so.)
And the keyboard is actually so warm that it’s melted away my fingerprints. I think it’s time to shut down for the afternoon.
I’ll be back when it’s cooler, or when I’ve cracked a few safes without leaving prints.
Come to New England Meg. We’ve barely hit 80 all June. It’s been rainy and cool – and the long range forecast is for more of the same. April was warmer!
Don’t knock it, Meg.
This is England, and after spending last summer in a waterlogged Cornwall (and nearly losing my awning in a gale), I’m loving the heat!
That explains the email request I received from Duke! Don’t worry, the inflatable pool I sent him can also serve as a skating rink in the winter! Tell him that the two sets of floaties I sent will be there on Friday.
Last week (near Chicago) we were in the 90′s, today it’s 65. If you don’t like the weather in Illinois, just wait awhile! Come see us!
I’m amazed you don’t have air conditioning!
Well seeing as it rarely gets this hot, air conditioning isn’t really a home requirement(at least no-one I know has it). This weather is why I’m happy I moved away from London.
If your pets weren’t so selfish Meg they may have been able to find a solution to cooling the entire household.
Monita, I’ve never lived in a house with air conditioning. Not a problem in Santa Barbara or Palo Alto, and usually not a problem near London because, as Holly says, it’s usually only this hot for a few days a year.
The summer I lived in a fourth floor apartment on the near north side of Chicago was a different matter. Nothing encouraged long hours at work more than knowing that the August heat waited for me at home.
That’s a great line for a novel, Meg. “Nothing encouraged long hours at work more than knowing that August Heat waited for me at home.”
Who is August Heat, and why are you avoiding him?
August Heat? Sounds like an…erm…adult film star. (cue bass guitar music…)
August Heat would be a German hottie perhaps?
canada would welcome your dog AND you with open arms. but please bring a copy of the memory collector. it won’t be available here for a little while, yet … ;o)