The heat has suffered a slight setback in operations today, dear reader. I'd like to take the credit with yesterday's veiled threats, but it likely has more to do with the cat waiting until Heat rolled over the secret trapdoor before leaping from his lap to land squarely upon the release button.
Still, true villains never die, right? I have faith Heat will crawl out to the desert and retrieve a horcrux. He probably has a zillion out there.
At any rate, we've been combatting the heat by any means possible, including sleepovers with early morning movie parties.
Please conceal your disapproval, dear reader--I'm at the point where I'll say yes to anything.
And pilgrimages to the international market, where one may wander for hours examining salt from seas of every continent, pickles, olives, oils, honeys, mustards, pig livers, carps, frankincense, paprikas, teas, biscuits, fizzy drinks, noodles, seaweeds, chocolate, and sour candies.
Of course I said yes to the candies.
You would, too, if Heat beamed his 115 degree death ray in your direction.