The instrument in my car reads the outdoor temperature as 73. It read it when it was 53. It read it when it was 93. It will probably read it when it hits 103. It has been dead-on reliable for the three years I've had the car, but now, during our current heat wave, it's off.
No accidents?
Could it be the Universe telling me, Who cares?
Or how about, It's only as hot as you think it is.
Or maybe this, Pretend it's 73.
I don't do well in the heat. Never have, never will, and am all done apologizing for that. There is a physical response to heat that is undeniable. I can take the cold all day long and twice on Sundays. I actually thrive in it. My husband says it's my Scandinavian heritage.
Who cares?
It's only as hot or as cold as I think it is.
Pretend, pretend, pretend.
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Oy vey. It rained down here. Rain! In July! Lightning, too.
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