Our ten days - or whatever it was - under the excessive heat dome wasn't nearly as bad as the dust bowl days in the dirty 30's. Still, when the rain rolled in this morning, heralded by rolling thunder, I was this happy:
It wasn't the gulley washer I hoped for, but a "cold" front has moved through. The high temperature tomorrow will be only 94 degrees! Don't laugh. That's eleven degrees cooler than yesterday. I feel a new attitude coming on!