Fans and Tall, Cool Drinks

 I promise I've meant to post.  Some of you may have noticed, but a lot of you probably didn't.  Still, I am here now.

And sitting under the ceiling fan while the air conditioning churns.  Ninety-five degrees out there.  Tap doesn't want to walk, and I don't blame him.  I've been reading more than knitting, and am nearly finished with the Mystery Cross-Stitch project.  But mostly it's the heat.

I deplore hot weather.