WEATHER: Sweet God, it is hot.
MILES THIS WEEK: 41.
WHERE TO: NOWHERE!
MOOD: Sweet God, I’m feeling hot.
A note to readers: Yes, there are several of you out there, but there are two of you in particular who made an attempt to raise me proper. We all see how that turned out. But out of deference to those two parental figures, whose opinions I care about greatly, I have painstakingly edited the below scene to make it more befitting of the way a lady should write.