Out of the frying pan

Even the most dedicated snow bird will eventually meet their match, and mine arrived yesterday afternoon with an intolerable, humidity laden afternoon that made this apartment an oven. It was too hot to even think, so I did not for several hours. Towards evening Ronald and Jane, along with their friend Barbara, picked me up for dinner at a restaurant down the street. It was really no relief, since it, too, is an open air dining area facing out to the ocean. The food and company were excellent, however. After driving me home, the group wanted to see the apartment and were met at the front door with conditions rivaling a blast furnace from Hell itself. They stayed out on the porch, hoping to catch a breeze, and at least were rewarded with a nice view of the Southern Cross above the soutwest horizon. However, after they left, I had a very uncomfortable night with every fan in the house blowing full tilt.