It’s too hot to write or think or do much of anything. I slept on my couch because the bedroom is too hot. I’m not sure which is worse, being too hot in a comfortable bed or being cool on a not so comfortable couch. Freckles is laying on her bed, half on and half off with her tongue hanging out. It’s just how I feel.
I don’t want to go outside, but I guess Freckles will insist on doing so. She is so selfish. Well I better treat her well because when I get my electricity bill we will be sharing food for a while.
Keep cool daddy-o.