Last week temperatures topped over 100 degrees in our great valley with no sign of reprieve. I’d stand three minutes in the sun and already the oppressive weight of sunlight forced my body to seek the relieving shade. Better yet… air conditioning. I shook my fists at Ra and asked for mercy.
This morning, as if my please went heard, the temps were cool as if Autumn had finally arrived in the South land. Still, there were just a bit too cold for my Latin genes. I shuddered and sighed for slightly warmer starts to the day.
My wife was not kind to my carping and as she drove off to work she shook her head in resolved disappointment.