sweltering in place

It's been very hot. Especially today.

In the morning, when it was still relatively tepid outside, we went to the park for another session of B's Socially Distanced String Quartet.

When we came back, I stripped down, put on my lightest-weight robe, and spent most of the afternoon downstairs, where it's less hot, reading old Sprague de Camp fantasy novels. Getting dressed again to go in search of somewhere cooler, with a restroom, did not appeal.

Tybalt is stretched out lying on the linoleum.