>Do you remember the 21st night of September? When it was 100 degrees at 7:00 pm?
OK, that’s not how the song goes, but I can’t think because my brain has melted.
My soul is weary from this heat. I’m ready to wear jeans again. I’m ready to wear long sleeve shirts. I’m ready to stop sweating for no apparent reason. I’m ready to not have a nest of various insects hovering around my front door.
Ba de ya de ya de ya.