This was the reading on my thermometer when I came in from work mid-afternoon. I thought I would take a picture of it, so that in February I can look at it with wonder and try to imagine ever feeling that I wished the heat would abate.
The poor hounds are being imprisoned inside, and even in the relative cool they are panting their heads off. They have been promised a long hike in the morning before the day heats up again, but this is not making them any happier at this hour.
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