The May heat wave is freaking me out. I like that the crickets have arrived early, but I'd rather not be broiled so soon. Today was about mid-June, I'd say, and tomorrow stands a good chance of bringing July. If August makes an appearance in May, I intend to soak myself in a vat of Sierra Nevada porter. That's the only thing that could make such a meteorological catastrophe endurable.
The evening is nice, though. I'm going out to cool off while the house airs out. That should take, oh five or six hours I'd say. Must upgrade the insulation!