For those of you who think in Fahrenheit, it was in the low 50s in both Idaho and Montana. When my sister mentioned that it had reached 112 in Phoenix my mind started flashbacks to Kuwait. Heavy duty sunshine, warmth and dryness.
Well guess what? It was only in double digits when we landed. Of course, that did not eliminated the discussion about 39 degrees vs 100 degrees. Since my young man has never lived anywhere with that kind of temperatures it is going to be interesting. I don’t think he quite gets the idea about mad dogs and English men out under the noon day sun. He is going to have to get in the habit of walking early in the morning or in the evening. Middle of the day is not a good idea, at least not till he gets used to it. Evening walks with the dog make a whole lot more sense. (Dog you ask? My sister has a black lab with boundless energy and a great sense of humor).
Nice mother that I am, he has the evening off before starting on the job hunt!