So, while on the thermometer, we're cool, it reality, we're hot. And I don't mean that in a good way.
It's not too bad in here, though. As long as I don't move around much or fast, it's actually pretty comfortable. And, thankfully, sleepable. Betty seems fairly unaffected but Zoey's taking on some new activities. Last night, I woke up to find her on the bed snuggled next to me. I don't know how long she was there but I enjoyed it. She has only really done that once before.
I don't know where her hot weather hide out is. I think it's either under this bed or under the orange chair in the living room. I just haven't looked. She comes out for meals and usually is on the ottoman during ballgames.
Everybody's eating just fine and pooping and peeing in appropriate places - including me - so all's good.
The pool opens at noon and I plan to be there. I think I'll stop at the grocery on the way. Cool, crisp, old fashioned chef salad seems a perfect anecdote to this weather. There's a ballgame this afternoon and I need to set up and take the group bear picture. Delivery day is coming up.