At 10 p.m., it was 88 degrees in our bedroom. Jonathan and I had a discussion this afternoon about whether or not it would be worth putting on clothes just in order to go down to town and stand next to the butter in the grocery store and feel the chill coming off the refrigerated cases.

What we have now here is the life of nighttime. Dinner starts at 9:30 because it is simply too hot any time before then. There is no point in trying to go to sleep much before dawn. Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun. Better -- saner -- to spend the long afternoon hours sitting in the shade. The early evening is for singing. A person who thinks about ticking off the items on their to-do list is a fool and possibly a maniac. 

But in the deepest part of the night, there is often a breeze and it is easy to have ideas and visions.