Ugh. I've done very little housework today because IT IS HARD TO MOVE THROUGH THE HEAT. Clothes dried on the line in literally minutes; in less than half an hour one load was bone dry.
I spent the late afternoon/early evening re-reading an old favorite, "Fresh Wind, Fresh Fire" by Jim Cymbala.
Real productive, huh?
Days like this I want to hop in the car, drive to Walmart and wile away a few hours wandering up and down the air conditioned aisles. The fact that it's 30 miles to the closest Walmart is all that's stopping me.