It got up to 102 yesterday. We had a storm blow over last night around 8 and it dropped it 11 degrees (to 90).
I don’t do well in heat. We don’t have a/c.
Apparrently, Mikhail does worse in heat than I. He just started crying because he couldn’t get his shoes on and it quickly turned into a full-fledged tantrum with all the kicking and flailing. And I’m sitting here thinking, “he’s just making himself more hot”. He’s in his room now. . .in an attempt to cool him down. . . at least his temper.
I really don’t have anything nice / encouraging / news-worthy to say, so I shall simply end here.