Not Hot Enough

Call me crazy, but I miss the Texas heat.  Yes, my home state is in the midst of a terrible drought and heat wave. My uncle writes:

The next time you get those nostalgic yearnings for Texas, I want you to picture us now: hot, hot, mercilessly hot and dry, dry, mercilessly dry.  The outside is like an oven and my heart bleeds for the poor postman. I rarely venture out-of-doors and few people are seen on the street.  Everyone seems to be cowering inside with their air condititioners. I try to remember what Archie said, "If you don't like the weather, remember that it probably doesn't like you either", so I try not to complain.

Still, it just seems WRONG to be wearing a down vest over my pajamas when I take our puppy out on an August morning, and WRONG that I always have the urge to jump into the hot tub at our local pool (up here in Oregon) after swimming a lap or two and getting goose pimples. I'm taking about DURING THE SUMMER.  (In fact, I DO get in the hot tub, and there are always plenty of other people in it, too.  Can you imagine a hot tub at one of those groovy Austin municipal pools? Snort!)

Remarkable names of real people:  Taco Proper, Boxy Hornburger