I set my sewing machine up in the breezeway during warmer weather. Today, I had both doors open and, true to the name, a steady breeze was blowing through, Not a cool breeze. A breeze that might have originated in a blast furnace.
Now, I know that there are those who would welcome a daytime temperature of 93. And, I am not complaining. I like hot weather. I did not even raise a sweat sitting there sewing in my breezeway. I did not go out for a brisk walk, though. That might have turned me into a puddle.
It is supposed to stay in the 80's through the night. That's, at the very most, a once a year event in Vermont. Usually, we would try to arrange to be camping during these glorious summer days, but Mike has been too busy with his e-bay sales of motorcycle memorabilia. All that "stuff" he collected over the years served him well in coming up with money for the Florida house. Who would have thought?