“It’s supposed to be one hundred degrees tomorrow,” said Mr. H. as we cleaned up the kitchen after dinner yesterday.
“Well, I won’t be going out of the house; that’s for sure!” I said.
“It’s supposed to be 101° on Friday,” he said, “and then drop into the high 90’s. If the predictions are right, we’ll have nothing but “sizzling” for a while.”
“Oh, well. It’ll be over soon enough,” I said. “We’re already half-way to Christmas, you know.”
Mr. H. chuckled, squinching up his face and turning his eyes into little slits.
“What’s so funny?” I asked him.
“Only you!” he said.
“Only me, what?”
“Only you would think about Christmas in the middle of June when the temperature is 100°."
“I’m not thinking about it really. Just stating the facts. Yesterday, the 25th, was exactly six months until Christmas day. Time goes by so fast; it doesn’t pay to get too attached to one season ‘cause before you can turn around, another one is here. Only yesterday, I heard a man say that we have only two seasons in the United States: Summer and Christmas!"
“Seems that way,” agreed Mr. H.
Almost 24 hours later, my computer weather adviser read 99°. I didn’t think it was going to hit the predicted 100°, but tonight, the TV news reported that it actually made it about six o’clock this evening.
I didn’t go outside all day and don’t intend to tomorrow either. I’ll just enjoy my summer hibernation until the temps drop into the low 80’s at least. I’m sure I can find plenty to do inside.
Maybe I’ll start on my Christmas list.