It is noon here in Bali on the 6th of December and the temperature is 34C (93.2F), with a 'feels like' humidity index, according to my weather app, of 42C (107.6F).
In short, it is hot. So hot that synonyms are pointless. They fall short of a proper description.
So I'm just sitting here in front of the fan with a towel at ready to mop off the sweat. Wondering what I can do that doesn't involve getting up from my chair or moving away from the fan. Watch a movie, perhaps? The dog is dead. Oh, wait, no he isn't. Just saw him twitch one paw. Otherwise, he's not moving either away from his spot by the open door.
In short, it is hot. So hot that synonyms are pointless. They fall short of a proper description.
So I'm just sitting here in front of the fan with a towel at ready to mop off the sweat. Wondering what I can do that doesn't involve getting up from my chair or moving away from the fan. Watch a movie, perhaps? The dog is dead. Oh, wait, no he isn't. Just saw him twitch one paw. Otherwise, he's not moving either away from his spot by the open door.
1 comment:
Smart dog.
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