Yeah, it’s hot.

Too hot.

Hot enough to fry an egg on the sidewalk…or a car hood…or just about any other surface.

Too hot to cut grass.

Too hot to to play golf.

Too hot to run, walk or participate in outdoor sports.

Too hot to think.

Too hot to write.

Catch you later…when it’s cooler.

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