Sleep in 'til 10:45. The cool, high thread count sheets felt too good against bare skin, ceiling fan pulsing out a lovely breeze.
Find Sadie sleeping in a shaded corner on the roof, dark and cool under an overhang. Peel open the sliding glass patio door. It’s already 2:00-in-the-afternoon hot outside. No breeze, just dry heat clinging to surfaces, 93 degrees at 11:22 a.m. The high yesterday was 104, a record 20 straight days of highs above 90.
Someone told me recently discomfort is good for the soul, desert heat and tribal environment. The blood runs hotter, the core bubbles. It sounds tempting and sexy, a chapter in a steamy paperback romance, man bare-chested, woman nearly so.
I’ll take an icy dirty and A/C comfort. If I get adventurous, perhaps wander to the outdoor patio. It's 11:36 a.m. and 97 degrees.