just how hot is it?

Pretty darn hot. Olivia and I walked late this morning, and it occurred to me, as we were about a mile away from home, that maybe taking an animal who wears a fur coat out for a walk in the middle of the day wasn't the brightest idea. The only other walkers we saw out were a couple walking their "new" black labrador, Biscuit, a rescued dog, on his second walk in two days to Starbucks. It's at least a mile and a half to the closest Starbucks.

The potluck dinner was a little heavy on beef tonight. Tom did his potroast with horseradish, and Mary Lou brought a meatloaf. Salad, deviled eggs (secret ingredient: a generous dollop of Ranch Dressing), chocolate cheesecake, and a marshmellow fruit salad. Cholesterol? Well, maybe.

I trust all you father's had a good day. Our big celebration was last weekend, so Tom celebrated today by renting a deck sander. That gave him an afternoon on the deck, right next to that thermometer, creating sawdust in the sun. Power tools. It doesn't get much better.