Gather 'round children.
Not too close... it's a hundred and two frickin' degrees outside† and I don't need the body heat right now.‡
Which brings me to the topic of today's sage advice§:
Heat sucks. Cold is dandy.
Before you try to disagree, mull this:
If it gets cold, you can put on a sweater, a jacket, wooly socks, down comforter, multiple dogs, Brazilian houseboy.¶
If it gets hot, you can only get so naked.#
†FOOTNOTE (crossed): That's me, just to the left of the red. But it's only 7% humidity, so it's a *dry* heat. And windy. So it's like living in a convection oven.
p.s. -- don't let them fool you with that pussy orange 90-something colour; it's over a hundred here.
‡FOOTNOTE (double-crossed): Not from a bunch of knee-biting rug rats, in any case.
§FOOTNOTE (swerved): I am Queen of Segueways!
¶FOOTNOTE (paragraphed): Not necessarily in that order.
#FOOTNOTE (pounded): Trust me, I've tried.