It's 85° at 9:15 p.m. and you don't even want to know what it was at 3 p.m.

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.

And drinking copious amounts of water in an effort to stay hydrated.

I hand sewed a couple of fabric coasters too.

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.

Tonight I boiled pasta and made a quick alfredo sauce for supper. Threw in the leftover roasted garlic chicken from last night...when I had Ivan set up the toaster oven in the garage so I wouldn't have to heat up the kitchen while fixing the chicken. 

Normally it cools down more at night but it's only been dropping into the high 60s the last few nights. The ten-day forecast is more of the same. At this rate I foresee a trip or two to the Walmart regardless of how far away it is. And indulging in an ice cream sundae from the McDonald's.

So what's your strategy for combating the heat of summer? Or is that concept too difficult to contemplate in the dead of your winter?