Working on the third embroidered square now. It's a mustache in honor of my main squeeze, and I must admit is sorta cute. Later on will post a photo.
Just trying to get things done in the house with the least amount of sweating. Unfortunately, even when the air is on, the house reminds us of the heat outside. And on that topic, I might pass on helping sweet Indian boyfriend's family move tomorrow. They'll have other folks, so we won't be missed, but my truck hisses and wheezes in the extreme heat. Had hoped that the temps. would go down a bit, but that's not going to happen---104F. will be the highest this weekend, I think, without the heat index. Anyway, I was getting anxious at the thought of driving it so far away and then back again. The check engine light comes on and then goes off. Gary looked at it for me, but still...he's offered me the use of his Suburban, but he's not got working air conditioning (which I do have) and I'm a weenie. So there. I would melt. The least one is disappointed at my decision, but it's what it is. Melting is not an option.
My choices of an air conditioned wonky truck (that'd be mine) that has off again/on again issues with just about everything under the hood---and over 200,000 miles on it---or his truck, which runs great, yet will be hot-hot-hot. I think staying home is best, yes?
So if I can manage a teensie grocery store trip this evening, I'll be good. Wish they delivered.
(the kitchen window in the afternoon)