Much as I love summer, I have to admit the last couple days have been over the top.
Every time I opened the patio door and stepped onto the deck I found myself thinking: This is what a piece of glass feels like when first thrust into a furnace by a glassblower.
Visits to the beach were out of the question. Instead I developed an intimate relationship with my air conditioner.
What I wouldn't give to go back in time and meet the inventor of air conditioning. I'd kneel down and kiss his feet.
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