[life] Hotter'n a thoroughbred mare rode hard through a July afternoon and put away wet.

It is Hot here in Manitoba. Please note the use of the capital "h." I am sitting, wearing only a bikini, in my oven of an office, draped in wet towels and thanking god for the invention of the elctric fan. It's about 33 degrees Celsius, which for you folks down south translates to about 90 Farenheit. And it's muggy. I have heat rash. Shawn is wandering around in a perpetual state of slick sweatiness which, despite the inherent sexy, can't be comfortable for him. The cats are laying long across the linoleum, panting like dogs.

It is Hot.