One hundred and one degrees. That was the temperature yesterday out at D/FW Airport. April 17th seems a bit early to be hitting the century. The earliest I can remember is May 31st.

On the other hand, it didn’t feel quite that hot. It takes a couple of summer months for parking lot concrete to reach the “molten” phase. And the temperature was no higher than seventy at 5:30 this morning. Still, the sun is laying the serious beat-down on all us Texans. I hope it’s like traffic – if it’s bad early, it will be better later. Or not.

Thank the Lord we had our air conditioner fixed last week, otherwise I would be melting like the Wicked Witch of the West. And of course, all the stuff I planted last week cried out in terror, and was suddenly silenced.