Sorry, blogging friends, but it’s too hot to write. My brain has been scrambled by a combination of being around 250 (mostly well-behaved but energetic) children between the ages of 8 and 13 and countless social interactions that wear me out. I’ll do a bonus post tomorrow (Saturday edition!) with some reflections on Music Camp this year.
In the three cities we were in today–Lynchburg, Charlottesville and Manassas–the air temperature was 103 degrees and the heat index anywhere from 105 to 113. No wonder I feel drained in spite of about four hours in an air-conditioned car. The maximum temperature feature today on my thermometer recorded 103.6 degrees–and the sensor is in the shade.
One note about the flash dance, which went well: we spent an hour on asphalt that had been baked in the sun for ten hours. This morning, I noticed the soles of my feet hurt and found they were a bright pink. I had been burned through the half-inch soles of my walking sandals. A little Solarcaine and I was good to go. I guess people do burn the soles of their feet, but I did it with sandals on.
More tomorrow. I’m going to fill the tub with ice cubes and crawl in.