Well, it's still hot. 100º plus!
And it'll be that way tomorrow, and the next day and the next, and...
Too hot to move, too hot to breath, too hot to think.
A friend of mine likes to say that it's hot enough that the brain cooks in the brain pan.
I feel like that during this time of year.
A little saute, just add some diced onions, a little garlic and a splash of wine...

On this day last year I was bitching about the heat (what else?) and thinking about the beach.


.