Yesterday it was 102 degrees--at dusk! I think this is a sign that I should be inside somewhere writing instead of pondering how I could do a weird experiment cooking cookies on the sidewalk. (Nope, I didn't do it, although I should've tried.) I remembered going to the store and seeing this poor guy trying to run in this heat! He didn't have any water and he was trying to run up a hill. At first I was like gee that looks painful--and after I passed him I was like--he is so hard core. I'm gonna be like that tomorrow. Hard core writing in the heat. Inside my house outside the heat hard core.