Friday, May 16, 2008

ooooh, oh..... HOT!HOT!HOT!HOT!HOT!HOT!

For reasons that are unclear to me, the weather in Monterey county as deviated from the standard "perfect" to more of a state of horrendously oppressive heat.

Like the heat they talk about in the Great Gatsby. Heat that cannot be ignored. Heat that makes an ice bath sound good. Heat that drives one to setup his temporary office in the garage. Heat that evidently makes frogs dig holes to hide in.

Heat that makes our next door neighbor's dog-friend Lance cower in a precious spot of shade.

1 comment:

Jay said...

Yow, that's one hot dog.