OK, it’s pretty freaking hot. And when I’m saying that ..
. that means it’s pretty freaking hot. After all, I am a connoisseur of heat.
I am Summer King. I sweat, therefore I am. But uh .
.. yieesh.
That’s a combo of “yikes” and “yeesh” and good gracious, I’m feeling it. But ..
. uh ..
. yeah. Gimme a second here.
My keyboard is melting. Despite this heat — and have you seen the NOAA website for these parts? It’s giving off serious “Lion King” vibes — I long ago vowed to never, not once, not ever complain about it. I will always choose hot over cold, and I’m not changing now.
Of course, I benefit from air conditioning and I have use of a swimming pool, so I’m able to cool off. But uh ..
. holy smokes it’s hot ..
. and this pool isn’t exactly cooling me off as it’s just getting me wet, and man, what if the electricity goes out and ..
. OK. Maybe a Gatorade will help, stand by .
.. OK, wow, didn’t know I could slug 32 ounces so fast.
I’m fine, I’m fine. How are you? So hot, right? Well let’s just take a moment, or maybe take a knee. I’m going to take a knee.
Need a second to let those sweet and salty Gatorade electrolytes do their thing. Maybe a pickle. More salt.
Need more salt. OK. I’m good.
You good? I’m good. While I have my faculties, let’s put together a quick list as to why hot >>> cold. No socks.
It’s not that I have anything against socks, but if I don’t have to wear them, I don’t wear them. My feet sweat. Plus, socks.
