There's a chill in the air

The first day of summer has finally arrived. Grampa put on his short sleeve shirt without an undershirt. He opened the front and back door. Windows are at a three inch crack. This is serious business. It's 82 degrees and yes yes yes we have our air on. I could lie and say it was for Betsy because of her disability but it's not. It's for my disability. My fat disability. It's not on a ridiculously low temp but it's better than nothing at all. That's an out and out lie. It's on 32. Grampa's place is like an oven. It feels like its 150 over there. He loves it. He reminds me of a lizard that likes to lay in the sun. Tuesday. Today he has a doctor appointment. He can't wait to get in the black van and have me turn up the heat. Don't be surprised when you read about a woman bursting into flames while driving her invalid father to the doctor. She was loved by all who knew her. Man, I hope I'm not going to hell. The heat and all. Tomorrow it's in the 90's and I'm so over summer now. Pro summer: Dog poop doesn't stay moist and is easier to pick up. Con: It's too hot to pick it up. Pro summer: Sleeping with the air on. Con: The air doesn't reach our bedroom. Pro summer: Having the sun shine in my bedroom window. Con: At three o'clock in the morning. Pro summer: Robert doesn't build a fire. Con: Still feels like it. That rotten little brat Betsy is paging me. I really don't want to move away from this register but I must. Blech.