It is hot. Not warm. Not balmy. Not sunny, temperate or toasty. It is hot. The warm days in March should have been a hint, but I feel like the heat just snuck up and gave me a wedgie. Ouch! [Fist shake.]
I shouldn’t complain. I do like the sunshine, and I am having a lot of fun in my mini herb garden. But there’s something unpleasant about becoming sweaty just by standing outside. A desert girl I am not.
So the Dreamboat and I have tweaked our house to stay comfortable throughout the day. This involves cunning strategy, of course, as we do not have central air conditioning. We are trying to Continue reading