I stripped O down to his diaper, fanned him and fed him ice chips to keep him cool. But eventually we had to just end our outing and seek the shelter (and the blissfully cool floor registers) of home.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Whew is it hot! Owen and I just got back from meeting friends for lunch at Sam's Deli down the street. If I were on death row, my final meal request would be a Sam's cheeseburger with extra pickles. And - to continue this disturbing stream of thought - if my punishment were death by electrocution, I don't think it could feel much hotter than it felt sitting out on Sam's patio at high noon.