That’s how hot it got today – really brutal unbelievably hot stuff. Heck, when I went for my walk at 9:15 PM it was still 105 degrees. It was so hot the pool jumped two whole degrees, from 92 to 94. Meaning, when it comes to pool water temperature, we’re officially in the “warm piss” category. 🙂

When it gets this hot there’s something about turning off all the lights in the house and lighting some candles – we have one in the hallway on a little wrought iron table, and the light flickering against the wall with the cool tile under your feel makes you think you’re in some monastery in Mexico a hundred years ago. The light a reminder of Christ’s loving presence in a sad and decaying world.

As I write this at 10:30 PM it’s still 100 degrees. When it gets this hot outside I think back to those July and August nights growing up in Massachusetts pre-central air where you’d lie in bed, just an electric fan blowing across your sweating body as you’d try to fall asleep. For some reason, it’s nights like this that The Doors’ “End Of The Night” comes to mind. Very dark, very ominous, very paranoid, as if the entire world in all its heaviness and heat were closing in around you.

There’s something about that feeling I find very familiar in my bones.