Sorry for the lack of post last night. I actually forgot it was Sunday until it was too late, probably because I felt a lot like this squirrel looks. But less smiling. And more moaning. I’m not a big fan of the heat. If it must be hot, then I must be in the breezy shade beside a lake or, preferably, in the lake. But I’m not anywhere near my favourite lake, so moaning works, too.
I just noticed that the straw in this squirrel’s lemonade is not visible through the glass, and is clearly at the wrong angle, but it’s too hot to fix it.