Florida, since the advent of air conditioning, has been a pretty bearable place to be all year.
The exception is now; those dog days of mid-August when the unrelenting heat has the added flavor of later afternoon storms. It’s taht time of year when we also keep a weather eye on those tropical waves that begin off the western coast of Africa and gather strength they move over the warm waters in our general direction.
I don’t know if it’s at all attributable to the weather but we seem to act a little more strangely this time of year. Politicians, maybe having spent too much time in the sun, tend to blather even more.
Things are even antsy around the house. My wife the teacher is already back in the classroom, with the little urchins scheduled to come in next week. That’s nuts too, of course. Going to school in late August makes little sense, except that in Florida it’s still going to be summer well into October, and you have to go sometime.
    Even columnists seem to go more awry than usual. Tomorrow’s epic is about a psychic doing business on the layaway plan.  Hey, it’s Tuesday right in the middle of the dog days of August..