The heat wave is upon us. Unbearable, intolerable, cruel heat. The dog days of summer. Hundred plus days ad nauseam. One cannot venture outside between 10 and 5 without water involved in some capacity. And I love it. I will be sad to see it go.

My grandmother just slumped into her chair and exclaimed aloud, "Where has all my energy gone?" My grandfather leaned over the kitchen counter and pronounced matter of factly, "Nineteen hundred and forty."