Denise is feeling the heat.

I thought I would post this photo of me taken in Charlottesville last Saturday. It was a bit hot and humid. Gregg is a Virginia boy and the hotter and more humid it is the better. He married me, a girl from England, who used to think a heatwave was 70 degrees, and never knew what humidity was. I asked him, "Do I look hot?" at which he laughed and took a photo of my hot and sweaty forehead. "Thanks!" I said a bit dryly. He said it always amazes him that not a lot has changed since I first arrived all those years ago. Some things change and some things stay the same.

Conversation around Charlottesville"

Me: "I'm so hot. How long have we been out?"

Gregg: "About five minutes."

Me: "Can we go for a nice cold drink somewhere? I feel like I am melting into the ground."

Gregg: "Look, there's an old time drug store. Let's go get a lemonade."

Me: "Do they have air-conditioning?"

These two dogs were feeling the heat too. I know how you feel little buddies.

When I think of those first English settlers who arrived in Jamestown back in 1607, I feel quite ashamed of myself, and don't get me started on the mosquitoes. I'm such a wimp!