Friday, Saturday and Sunday we were transported into hell. In a hot hand-basket. It reached a heat index of 110 on Saturday and, after thinking we'd gotten a break because of the big-ass thunderstorm Saturday night, Sunday proved to be almost as bad.
My usual cranky self was held in check because I have company, the humidity turned me into wet lettuce, and I didn't have the energy to crank. Even my BGPs were sodden. TMI???
Rosie's dog, Fae, a sweet-natured fluffy dumpling, is highly panicked by thunder and lightening. The skies opened Saturday, late afternoon, and the storms rolled through continuously until early Sunday morning. Lots of lightening and thunder. It was a rough night all around (although - no watering....)
This was the state of all of us by Sunday morning:
|Guess who. Yes, it is 105 degrees.|
Monday morning, the rain started and didn't stop until this morning. I will not have to water the garden for a good two days. No complaints there, but the weeds they be a-growin! I am hoping that things will simmer down (and not be a repeat of last weekend), so that I can get out and get things done.