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It's 9:30 and still 30 degrees. My mother would die. (She, of "oh my! the heat! I'm near gone!"--and that's only when it's around 20 degrees!)
It's been the kind of day during which one should do as little possible in hopes of keeping cool. So I got up, went to the gym, cleaned the bathroom and kitchen, attempted to rid my computer of a nasty virus, and hammered my dresser back together. And then I decided I would cook--yes have hot food for supper. What could I have been thinking?! A load of ice cubes would not go astray right now.
Oh, and it doesn't help either that there are now only 5 more sleeps until my visitor arrives from Toronto....
Little wonder that it's "hot, hot, hot" today!
Posted by Bush Whacker at July 6, 2003 09:41 PMBut, as you know, I love a day and evening like today. I'm quick to point out that the humidity dropped to the 30 percent range by late afternoon, meaning it was as dry a heat we'll ever get in Halifax.
Posted by: Maurice on July 7, 2003 03:07 AM