how hot is it?

It's so hot that we bagged on the Reds tickets we had for tonight's game. We're keeping things watered, so the yard looks none the worse for wear. The lettuce has probably crossed the line into bitter and tough, thanks to the heat. The cherry tomatoes are all splitting, so the ones I picked tonight are destined for a roasting pan with pressed garlic, olive oil and some dried herbs, and then probably on to the freezer.

It's so hot that the usual bird chatter that serenades our morning walk has been silent. So hot that Rob doesn't want to play golf. Oh, wait ... it's not THAT hot.