The projected high temperature for my little beach community here in NJ today was 95 degrees. It's currently 96 degrees although the local weather says it feels like 99. I'm thinking that's about right. I've been out in the backyard with Billie and Cheyenne (my beloved doggies) twice today. Both times we lasted ten minutes, if that. Dang, it's hot.
I've been writing like a fiend since 8:30 this morning, with the exception of those two breaks. I'm in the zone. Which means I'm zipping along. Which means my mood is pretty decent. So long as I don't think about the deadline (August 1) and how much more I have to write (100 pages). I'm channeling Yoda just now. "Think not. Do." Or something to that effect.
How's the weather in your neck of the woods? What are you doing to enjoy or avoid it?