No pictures this week, my friends, because at 95 degrees, it is both too hot to photograph and too hot to be photographed. Suffice it to say that Graham has inherited my tendency to wilt a little in the heat, not in a graceful way either.

Dear Auntie Filipa was here through it all and dealt with our surliness with aplomb. I'll just say she reacted with great grace when I dragged her to the park at 730am today, because it was the only time we could be outside without dying. In fact, she even engaged in some park-parent small talk, a feat I know chilled her to the core. Her visit was a big hit, I know, since Graham keeps visiting her room to look for her.

Just 83 degrees tomorrow! Maybe we'll be human once again.