It's hot. Ninety-two in the living room. The cat is sleeping on top of the cabinets, which has to be the warmest spot in the house. The dog is flopping around dramatically. I've wiped her down with a cold cloth a few times. It's not her favorite.
We escaped to the grocery store for an hour of relief. It's going to be this hot again tomorrow. I'm not sure what we will find to do with ourselves when that turns out to be true. Buy more ice, I guess.