HOT . . .
To quote Adrian Cronauer, The weather out there today is hot and shitty with continued hot and shitty in the afternoon. Basically, it's hotter than a snake's ass in a wagon rut.
I'll pardon Robin Williams' mixed simile. The correct version is lower than a snake's ass in a wagon rut. I'm not sure why a wagon rut would make a snake's ass hot, but I guess that's irrelevant. He makes the big movie bucks, and I don't.
Pardon the interlude . . . back to our regularly scheduled program. Yesterday, Virginia Beach set a heat record - 101F. That's 33C and change to our friends across the pond. It's also 3F higher than any recorded temperature in this area . . . ever.
Today, it was a little cooler, so I decided to wander up to the golf club that winds its way through our subdivision. I needed to hit a few practice balls, since it's been at least two forevers since I have played the game. I used to carry a single digit handicap, but those days are gone - age and lack of play for the last 10 years or so. Building my hot rod had a higher priority than chasing little orbs across a pasture into a gopher hole.
I underestimated how hot it was. I was out for an hour, and looked something like this . . . well, no, exactly like this when I came home. Damn, it was hot.