It was 85 degrees today (Monday). It felt hot. Last summer I thought my maximum tolerance was 92 degrees. I don’t think this is a good sign.
My coping strategy for summer 2009 was to not complain about the heat with my outside voice. I reasoned that if I didn’t give voice to the complaining, I wouldn’t feel it. And that didn’t really work out.
This year I am going to complain freely, and then open a beer freely.
Doing that now. Blue Moon, in a wine glass, with a slice of lemon. Would you like to join me?