July 22, 2017
It's supposed to feel like more than 100 degrees today, and it's not Arizona heat. It's muggy, sticky North Carolina heat, so it feels as though a matted cat is sitting on your chest unable to get off. I got my grits, so I should be good. I got my milk. I'm gonna drink gallons of water. I'm doing the best I can to stay cool, especially when we have to walk around the car dealership. Why did they schedule that meeting for the middle of the afternoon? Because they are Southern and they are used to the heat. Not me.