I should have known something was up when the cat declined going out. It was 110!!! degrees today when I left the house to pick up my son at school. My sandals melted on the sidewalk on the way to the car, and once in there my hands were promptly seared on the wheel. This what I hate hate hate about this time of the year in L.A. (though we're lucky this year has been comparatively mild.) Next the wind will pick up and the landscape will go up in flames. It never fails. Hate it.
But look , here something i don't hate: how fresh.
Via Butiknøe (please check website for credit, it's waayyyy too hot here)