It's been record-breaking hot here in Indiana for almost a week. It's a heat that climbs slowly during the day, like an old, electric oven, and doesn't break until late in the afternoon. In the evening, the air cools to a modest 85 degrees. I've developed a renewed gratefulness for things like air conditioning, iced tea, frozen custard shops, sno cone stands, even muumuus. In the winter, I always think I'm such a hot-weather girl who prefers the sass and audacity of a bold, blazing sun. In the summer, I'm inevitably telling myself that cold air is my element, fantasizing about the romance of blankets and steamy breath. I'm a fair-weather fan.
One guy who is also not crazy about the heat: our new (and healthy!) Newfoundland/Golden Retriever puppy, Gridley. He deals with it by chasing ice cubes around the cool, kitchen floor, laying Superman-style over the air vent, and enjoying the occasional snow-flavored sno cone.