After days and days and days teetering at the gates of hell, truly it was 117ish in the shade at McCarran Airport where they officially keep track of the temperature, we have somehow survived again. This heat wave broke all kinds of records.
On July first, lightning started a fire in the canyon below Mount Charleston. It has burned over 27,000 acres. One thousand firefighters are up there battling it.
With the heat and the smoke and my crazy new work schedule, the Bassets and I have been laying low in front of the noisy air conditioner and the fan. I’ve been painting and watching a marathon of Monarch of the Glen on Netflix.
And explaining to them why they can’t go outside until later.
I hope you’re having a nice summer!