I went for a walk to the magazine store the other day to try and find the new delightful issue of Bark Magazine. Before you judge that I went to a magazine store for a dog magazine, I will tell you this: shove it.
Anyhow, I think this was maybe the first time in oh, NINE months that I’ve been able to exit the house without a jacket, and I was actually so absolutely uncomfortable with the heat, I thought I was going to melt into a pile of denim and cotton (with a few dog hairs thrown in, for good measure).
I kept thinking to myself, how is it THIS hot out! It must be like 25 degrees!!! I am going to just give up and lay down on the pavement and hope that a dirty old hobo rescues me. Yes. I am entirely all TOO rational right now. SWEET FIRES OF HADES I AM DYING OUT HERE!!!
fifteen degrees celcius.
fifty nine degrees fahrenheit.
Truly, I am a huge wuss.