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Some days I listen to Christmas music because I’m feeling down, or the book has hit a snag. Today, I’m playing it to try and feel cooler. It was a hundred and four degrees yesterday, no heat index, actual temperature. Forecast today, hundred and seven, again straight temperature. Plus the humidity is like trying to breath plastic. As soon as Trinity headed out the door for school, we put up our hair, put on some wide-brimmed hats, sunglasses, a bottle of water, and walked the dogs. One neighbor stopped her car on the way to work, to tell us, “You must love your dogs to walk them in this heat.” Yeah, we love our dogs. Aren’t you supposed to? (By the way, Pippin is a boxer mix. We are constantly being asked if he is a pit bull. If we lived in Denver, Colorado, he could be siezed and killed just because he looks like a pit bull. Don’t believe me, read Darla’s blog entry entitled, “They are Doing What?.)
I’m off to turn my long hand notes I got this weekend into actual pages. It was a very relaxing weekend. Jon and I got to do a lot of things we’d been wanting to do; none of which involved leaving the house. Not only was it a Trinity free weekend, but Sunday was a just us day. I think we haven’t had enough alone time lately. We love our friends and family, but sometimes you just need to crawl into your den and pull the covers over your head, and not have to deal with anyone else.