Even Satan's sweatin' today

We made it to M. I felt bad for Cowboy's bald head, but I kept the moon roof open wide.
That, and all four windows rolled down to the ground, made it tolerable—at least as long as we were moving.

Seeing that we were in M., and the Goodwill and Rural King are side by side, we just stopped at the Goodwill too.
I found more leggings. 
I do not wear shorts in the summer.
There is absolutely no one who wants to see my pasty white, humongous legs out in the open.
Leggings aren't very cool, but they are cooler than jeans or sweatpants.
With menopause came an increase in my body thermometer; I've had to temporarily give up my dark goth wardrobe.
I've gone over to the light side—in other words, I'm now wearing light colors and have put my grey and black wardrobe up until winter.
I think that may have freaked Badger out more than anything. 
In all of her twenty-one years, she's rarely seen me out of black or grey clothes.
They are just so hot now!

While we were at Rural King, I picked up a T-shirt for Bonus-Grandson.
Just something to go with the fishing rod. 
I also found a slime car yesterday.
I try not to go overboard, but eh—we never get to spoil him.
Of course, we also can't spoil the other five, but we used to be able to.

On the way back home, we had to drop Finis's mail off to him.
We're still getting his mail, and probably will forever.

Badger and I never go inside, so we sat in the hot car for a good ten minutes.
We made it home at twenty to 1 p.m., but had to turn around and go right back out.
We forgot to mail Badger's package off.
Luckily, that didn’t take very long.

We ate lunch. 
Today was “fix your own darn dinner” day.

Cowboy took care of the chickens and came in for a nap.

Badger and I were watching TV in the bedroom, with all the fans going, when side deck neighbor called.
Her cat was missing—he was sick and not drinking water. 
Could we find him?
I’m sorry, but my first thought when an outside cat is sick and not drinking water is rabies.
Maybe I watched Old Yeller too many times.
We went over, made a half-hearted effort at looking, but if we had found him, we weren’t willing to pick him up.
Luckily, he wasn’t around. 
As Badger said, these hot days he hides under the house until night.
We came home and went back to our fans.
We don’t run the fans when we’re alone in the house.
My big fan is super loud—I mean, when it’s on, you can’t hear Cowboy’s TV in the living room even when he has the volume on 70—and yes, he does keep it that loud.
We enjoy it while we can.

Cowboy was heading to work before we knew it.

Heron doesn't work on Friday; he was on the riverbank.

Other than potty breaks for the dogs, with the heat, we stay in the cool house.
All-day TV is not that terrible, really.

We waited until 8:30 p.m. to take our walk. 
We headed down to the Methodist Church tonight.
It was 9:30 p.m. before we made it back home.
It was a bit spooky being out that late, that far, but peaceful—give or take the cows mooing like crazy.
Trying to walk across the railroad track and down a dark, wooded pathway with a flashlight wasn’t fun.
Neither was coming home to a dark house ’cause I forgot to turn on the lights.

We came home, and I had to take a shower—my clothes were soaking in sweat.
It's still miserably hot. 
Badger says it's just the humidity, but no, it's hot.
I have no plans for tomorrow. 
Never say never around here, but I think tomorrow will be another TV day—in the A/C.
I miss my she shed, but I can't take this heat or humidity or whatever it is.