The temperature yesterday reached about 109. That is hot, but I've seen worse. I was reminded me of the summer of 1980 with record highs for a long period of the summer. We were living in Dallas. Bo was just turning a year old. We drove an old Dodge pick-up without an air conditioner. We would put Bo in his car seat, and he would just hang limply with sweat running down his little face. Around the middle of June, my mom was flying in to DFW from some school related trip. I picked her up at the airport and continued to drive to Wichita Falls. Our plan was to spend the night and get up the next morning to drive to Red River where my dad was already spending the summer. We got to WF about 5 PM and it was 115 degrees. There was no way we could get her house cooled off for the night. We just got back in the car and kept driving towards the cool mountains.
The heat seems to zap my strength and take away my "want to." Yesterday after I drove home from WF, I just wanted to do nothing. Today, I have lots to do to catch up from my one day away. Maybe I will post more later, but I need to hit it hard.