My Winter Palace is in Fort Worth, Texas, and I've arrived to the hottest days of the year. Saturday hit 107 degrees, Sunday 105, and yesterday a cool 103. At 8:30 pm last night as I was driving home after dinner with friends, the car thermometer said it was 98. And as I write this at 6:00 am, it's 83 degrees. The cicadas are thrumming loudly, and the sun is only hinting of coming up.
Since my arrival, I've had to have my car jump started four times before I was told that my battery was dead. Saturday I drove around for more than an hour trying to find someone that would replace it. You see, in a PT Cruiser it's not so easy to replace a battery - you have to remove other parts first. And in the heat, nobody was willing to spend an hour on it. So I would go from garage to garage, leave the car running, have the mechanic come out and pop the hood to tell me if they would do the work before I shut my car off. I finally found a wonderful Firestone station that took care of me.
My critters here are healthy, and very happy to see me. It's a good thing my air conditioner works well, because I'm covered in cat most of the night. It'll be hard as always to leave them again on Thursday, but they're in good hands.
Right now at my Summer Palace it's a chilly 58 degrees, with a high of 81. Ah, paradise.
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