We pulled into the driveway about 1:30 pm.
Outside temperatures were over 100; we felt sticky and achy; and oh, so glad to be home.
Howie was glad to see us, as one might expect; he is feeling under the weather, however. Apparently he stopped eating a few days ago, and so John, worried that I'd come home and find my dog a skinny wraith, fed him extra and tempted him to eat with tuna fish. The result: major intestinal upheaval. At least I wasn't the one who had to clean it up.
I waded into the pool and reveled in the chilly water, at length. The heat of the air seemed as nothing. I know I will again be in the pool tomorrow, as the temps are not going to stray far from the 100's.
Tomorrow I don't have to get up early to get on the road, not one little bit. Haha, I don't mind that at all.