when he sang, "It's too darned hot."
He wasn't crooning of matters meteorological, of course, but weather wise, his words are pretty apt. We've just had a four or five day hot spell, and yesterday there was a hot weather advisory, in which the government officially informs its citizens it is hot outside.
I have to tell you something, Reader dear: I am not a nice person in hot weather. In fact, I become downright cranky. And my hair becomes voluminous, which makes me a mean and frizzy-headed girl. I'm not proud of it, but those are the facts.
Today, most happily, while it is still on the warm side, is entirely without the humidity factor. Hoorah! I have been restored to myself, able to do more than brush my teeth without falling prostrate before the oscillating fan. I slept late this morning (bliss!) and woke full of ambition and the vigour to carry it out. Never have I been so happy to do laundry, clean the bathroom, do floors, and cook the books. I'm even cleaning my brushes. I am in homekeeping heaven!