And at 7 PM, 114F in the shed I was working in.
I love Eastern Washington in the summer. I was scything feral rye the other day in the 102 F afternoon sun. It was a pleasant sweaty break from the mundane excitement I've been having dealing with dependency and murder cases.
Heat and rhythmic exertion: it reminds me that the sweat of the brow is a gift despite being a curse.
I love Eastern Washington in the summer. I was scything feral rye the other day in the 102 F afternoon sun. It was a pleasant sweaty break from the mundane excitement I've been having dealing with dependency and murder cases.
Heat and rhythmic exertion: it reminds me that the sweat of the brow is a gift despite being a curse.