Heat. Hmmmm. Yes, I feel that when I look at my husband. Heat. Yeah, I also feel that on those days when it's pretty darn hot outside and the a/c isn't working. Heat....yes, I recognize that I do start sweating now when I see the popo as who knows what fines I'm going to be slapped with these days in our very rowdy Innova mini van.
Okay, okay, but those various descriptions of "heat" are not the kind I'm talking about today.
John had to take the class this morning before his flight out to you know where and to be honest, the name of the class doesn't help me to feel calm about this already dreaded trip.
To be continued.