Man, this Doc is too hot to think. I don’t think that I have ever been too cold to think. But definitely too hot.
The conflict has to do with the issue of air conditioning. It’s eighty-eight Washington, D.C., degrees at 10:30 p.m. That makes it plenty hot. We are not, however, using the A/C units in our old house because one of our beloved family members seems to have a reaction to it. Like he can’t breathe.
Now he doesn’t get dizzy, turn blue or faint. He just has trouble catching his breath. We discovered the relationship to the A/C last week. It wasn’t so hot then, so we did without. It IS hot now. The dog can’t breathe. I can’t think. Maybe I will figure this on out in the office, where it will be cooler.