104 degrees means the park across the street is as barren as it is on a winter’s day where windchills are -10.

104 degrees means it’s both hot and muggy, according to one of my favorite two year olds.

104 degrees means that, while Livia slept at Nana and Papa’s last night, Jeremy slept on the couch and dragged a mattress for me to the cooler first floor for respite from the heat upstairs.

104 degrees means that simply walking to the garage and getting in a steamy automobile ensures a family drenched with sweat.

104 degrees means seeking air-conditioned activities for amusement on a lovely Saturday in July.

Here’s hoping it’s cooler in your neck of the woods, my beloved blogging friends. Please keep blogging… Reading all your posts is one of my favorite air-conditioned activities. ; )