Hot or Not

It’s been hot here for the last two days. How hot you ask? Turn on the ceiling fan hot. Take the down comforter off the bed hot. Wishing I had a cold beer to drink out on the balcony hot. Lazy cat hot. Coming home to find the cheese I had forgotten to put on my sandwich; which lead to a lunch so unsatisfactory I had to have a Strawberry Crème from Starbucks in the afternoon breaking my no two Starbucks a day rule; turned all gooey and has to be thrown out hot.

But because I’ve lived in more extreme climates I also know how hot it’s not. It’s not need to take a shower every ten minutes hot. It’s not can’t sleep because my blood is about to boil and the sheets are all sticky hot. It’s not can’t move because the heat is draining all energy hot. It’s not eat a whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s hot. And I certainly don’t miss the heat – except it would be nice to have an excuse to eat the whole pint of Ben & Jerry’s.