Oh dear, looks like someone forgot to pay their Weather Tax, and now the sun's beaming down with incandescent fury. Who knows, maybe the solar power will energize the road crew filling in asphalt seams outside of the Citizens Bank.
Or maybe it'll power up this boutiquey whiskey bar, which I don't go to because that'd be tempting fate. Hey, good luck to the kids that it up, prosper in the market place of this heat driven Texan Sahara. Once upon a time this street was prosperous, full of shops and custom, then the asset strippers moved in and that was that. Who knows, maybe Sol Invictus will raise it up to glory.
In the meanwhile, even my son's exuberant and ferocious Pit/Lab cross is knocked out by the heat. Who can blame her? We all can, the wretched dog didn't pay for its carbon credits.
Yours,
LSP
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