Holy wow! I sometimes forget what 100-degree weather felt like. I mean, I know it’s hot and I routinely talk about how hot it is but I’ve forgotten what it physically feels like. It was 87 degrees when we landed last night. At midnight!
At midnight, people! 87 degrees at midnight. When it should be cooling off. Which, to be fair, I suppose it was sort of cooling off. But not a lot.
So today we’re hanging out with the family and possibly going to see the Birds of Prey. What? Some people think that’s cool. Who am I to judge? Luckily, I convinced them to have a small BBQ near a body of water so that when it’s up to 90-fing-degrees I won’t want to die. So at least there’s that.