I'm hot. I don't care that it is a dry heat or just a bit over the century mark or cools down after sunset or how beautiful the mornings are before it gets hot . . . I am hot. And only in West Texas does Midnight qualify for the staus of "after sunset"!
After 18 years on the high desert plain of the Permian Basin I am still confounded by the weather. It's Summer and I know that means hot weather, but I have things to do! We spend the summer cleaning and organizing and getting ready for the big push into the holidays! I need to be moving files into deep storage and creating new notebooks, and stowing away supplies, and it's Hot!
I want to sit by a pool sipping sweet tea! Laze in a hammock reading a romance novel! Sit in a recliner watching "The Quiet Man" for the hundredth time . . . or any one of a dozen ways to while away the hours when the sun shines . . . and it's Summer . . .and it's hot.
Of course . . . it could just be me.