Mother Nature must be going through "the change". If today wasn't the very definition of a hot flash, then I've grossly misunderstood the term. Nevertheless, the rising mercury does have it's benefits: The last time I saw summer skirts so short, I believe they were called cummerbunds.
Still, despite the heat, we mustn't let standards drop. Stiff (if sweaty) upper lip, etc. We had a plan for frittering away a Saturday afternoon, and we stuck to it. Well, sort of. We postponed it to frittering away the evening --- when it was cooler --- instead. Stanford theatre was showing Alfred Hitchcock's "Vertigo". Awesome movie. Followed by awesome gelato (from a shop which was doing a day of the briskest business in years). Yum.