Let me be clear about this. I HATE hot weather. There is no reason for it to ever be warmer than 75 f and if it is, there damn well better be a nice, steady breeze coming in off the ocean (and not those stinkin' off-shore winds that blow the heat over from the valley). Not sure what the official high temp was--last time I looked early in the afternoon it was in the mid-80's. It's supposed to be just 66 out now, but it's still in the 80's in my apartment. Even the betta fish are sluggish. Poor fellas!

Oh, it gets even better: This little bout of Summer has now brought on a world-class heat migraine. Feh!

The next time I look out the window and it's cold and foggy, I will do a major Happy Dance, I'll tell you what! But for now, it's a handful of migraine-strength tablets, a cold shower before bed and putting the ice pack on the point where the migraine is based before I try to sleep.

The interior designer in me curses the ceiling fan in my bedroom (I had to get rid of my beloved iron canopy bed when I moved in because of that stupid fan)...but on nights like this I sure do love that monstrosity!