It's the first morning in a few that I have had tea in the morning on account of the huge sauna we have been living in the last few days. Hot days that makes breathing outside feel like torture, fireball stuck in your throat sort of torture. I was just thinking of last weekend when Asher, my nephew, was hanging out with us. We caught a little parade that ran down one of our neighborhood streets. Asher caught a handful of fireballs that were thrown from one of the paraders. He popped one of those fireballs in his mouth then started this quiet contorting sort of walk, taking the fireball out of his mouth every other minute to catch a break. He ended up spitting it out in a sidewalk flowerbed, checking first to see if anyone was watching him. Whether he was embarrassed or a budding environmentalist I am not sure. So now that I think of it the heat of the day hasn't been like fireball sucking, more like slow burning embers next to your body toasting you like a marshmallow. Because I have hot embers slow cooking my body ALL THE TIME and know for sure what that feels like (poor pigs). Some sort of soft comforting lining to all this moaning about a wee bout of hot weather? My honey hooked up a window unit that blows glorious cold air making sleep feasible. And a growing list of craft projects to complete once school is out and we are back from the mountains. Montana mountains that is. Yeah, a list of craft projects that I am going to blow through like the cool breeze of my dreams. That is, if I don't get picked for jury duty.