Hot Summers
I am a little bit freaked. As I sit at my desk in my air conditioned home office (a table in a second bedroom used either for me or junk storage, depending on the circumstance) they are telling me on television that I am sitting under a heat dome. Lordy, Lordy…what the hell is that? Isn’t it bad enough I am told there are super viruses floating around, the country is going to broke on August 2nd, the cost of gas is going up again, the stock market is going to crash, and that I won’t be able to retire until I am 85…and now I have to worry about a heat dome? Well…that’s what they said in some dogged attempt to explain the hot weather. Of course, there is always that old stand-by global warming. But that is so déclassé. A heat dome is much better. Actually I am somewhat amused by the all of the haranguing around about the heat. What am I missing? It is summer, isn’t it? And it does get warm in summer, doesn’t it? It’s hard to remember this past May when it rained every day and we shiver...