In a city where we wear jeans all summer long and no one has central air, this might as well be a state of heat emergency.
As I complained about going home to the heat today one of the guys who works for me said, “I don’t think you can complain about the heat when you literally live ON a body of water”.
He makes a valid point.
I may at least have to give Frank a dunk…he’s convinced that he’s being murdered by the heat.
Someone find me a cat sized life jacket and it’s Frank and I are jumping off the dock.