It’s hot. The weather doesn’t change from day to day; well, unless there is a hurricane. It cools off to 80 degrees at night, then it’s back to about a hundred again by afternoon. I still walk every day, but I’m only good for about a mile in this heat.
Especially with the Coronavirus distancing, each day seems about the same as the last. Morning coffee on the deck (always a delight), watch the morning birds while enjoying the coffee ritual. Work, errands, chores, Spanish, trip report, dinner, television, rub feet, and we’re done. Don’t get me wrong. It doesn’t suck at all.
We think about taking a driveabout in the bus, just because we can, and the bus is ready, but at a hundred degrees outside, the house air conditioning can handle the heat better than the motorhome air conditioning can. We’ll wait a few more weeks before we go anywhere. Then we can visit a few State Parks. There are plenty here in Texas we haven’t been to yet if we get a couple hundred miles away from home. A State Park tour shouldn’t compromise our dedication to the distancing regimen.
Saw a rufous hummingbird at our feeder this morning.