No, Zali, I was referring to the weather. It's been around a hundred for a week with no end in sight. August is going to be one long sizzling hot month.
Tribute Week celebrating the life of Elvis Presley starts in a week. Tourists will come from around the world to visit Graceland. It's truly high holy week around here, which is probably why it's held when Memphis's temperatures resemble that of Jerusalem. The "Dog Daze in Memphis" project is in full tilt during these dog days of Summer. It's a good thing you can drive around and see them. You really wouldn't want to walk. Just strolling to the studio behind the house to do my work leaves me in a puddle. I practically have to jump in the pool to solidify.
Zali isn't particularly fond of the heat. He gets under the chaise or stays in the studio while I tend to my daily chore of watering the parched annuals. Simone likes to cuddle right up next to you on the lounge chair and bake. Her body temperature is about 120 degrees, so it feels about like the outside temp. Nice. That long hair really sticks to suntan lotion.
It's so hot out there you could fry an egg on the pool deck.
"Egg? Oooooh! I love ze egg. So soft and tasty. So terribly delicious! I love them! LOOOOOVE THEM!"
No, Zali. It's a metaphor. Or maybe not. I should give that a try tomorrow.