I suppose that's Maine. It's just so odd to have the weather fluctuate so dramatically. But then again, I'm a Mainer... this is what happens.
We drove over the the White Mountains in hopes of escaping a bit of the heat, but no such luck. Still in the 90's at the base of the Mount Washington Auto Road. Even though there were spots of snow between 4000 and 6000 feet, no hiking for us.
So now this afternoon Bailey has taken up his morning place: under my work desk, sound asleep. And me? A to-do list that just won't quit.
Could be worse.