We were having an A/C outage and a heat wave on Friday when I sat down to prepare today’s post, and consequently I very quickly became too hot to hold a laptop as long as it would take to produce something worth reading.
It could be worse. The Nine-Year-Old just ran into my Office-away-from-the-Office with this horrifying heat wave update: “Mommyo, I can’t alliterate! It’s so hot I’ve actually lost the ability to alliterate anything!”
Truly, heat waves are harder on the young.
Still, all was not lost. It gave me the perfect chance to share with The Nine-Year-Old the anthem of my childhood. As is usually the case, Shel Silverstein has the best words:
“It’s Hot!” originally appeared in Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein. Obviously, this particular poem really resonated with me as a child growing up in Texas. My daughter developed a new appreciation for it Friday.
Stay cool out there.