The indoor/outdoor thermometer in this room at the Pug House of Horror claims that it's 93 degrees F outside. The record for Seattle on this day of the year is 84 F. While I don't know what the official temp is, I know we stand a very good chance of breaking the record today. The same thermo says it's 83 F inside. This room is a bit over my comfort level, but bearable.
After I got to work this morning, it became clear that the store was going to be unbearable today. It was already hot when I went in. I melted into a puddle of goo about a half-hour after we opened, and they sent me home to take a nap. I needed to take the puggles out for a walk at about 1 pm, so they told me to call the store after that to find out if I was still needed.
I fell asleep quickly once I got home, and what seemed like a moment later I heard a loud *THUMP* somewhere nearby. I woke up, thought maybe I'd been dreaming, when I heard another *THUMP* right behind me, at one of the windows. I glanced at the clock, 1:10 pm, and looked at the window. *THUMP*! Ok, I had to find out what was hitting the window, so I pulled open the shade. A bird was hovering there, and even while I watched it thumped into the window one last time, trying to get at a dragonfly that was just inside the window. The shade opening was too much, though, and the bird took off. As I closed the shade in befuddled-just-woke-up-ness, I heard Buster the pug whining on the stairs. He really had to go, but I had apparently slept right through his whining. Only the bird woke me up.
The walk was too hot to think of. I don't want to go out in this anymore. I want a wading pool to fill with cold water and lie down in.
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