As I write this, our brick oven apartment approaches 85° F. Not quite hot enough for my yoga session to technically be “hot yoga,” but we’re getting there. It doesn’t feel too bad under the ceiling fan, but between the heat and the music from downstairs that I’m trying to block out, serious writing eludes me.
Try your hand at homemade spring rolls for a cool summer meal. Don’t forget the peanut dipping sauce!
The hat alone just wasn’t cutting it. Enter the sunbrella . . . just watch out for the creepers.