Hot

Warm today, but this is August.  A screen capture from the Weather Underground.  The official recording station is just a mile up the road, north of my little acre.

That's an official 99F, with a heat index of 106.  I finished my outdoor work today before noon and headed inside where I started digging around in the fridge for a noon-day snack.  I found some left-over chicken salad, with some left-over diced tomatoes, then looked some more and found some left-over taco shells and a small packet of guacamole in the cheese drawer.  Game on!  Chicken salad tacos for lunch.

It's hotter than a whatchacallit out there, and I don't intend to spend much time sitting on the veranda this afternoon.  Just not interested.  It is August, after all, and my Momma didn't raise any fools.