Only Mad Dogs

I've begun to realize the old saying "mad dogs and Englishmen go out in midday sun" is correct.  And I wouldn't have gone out walking in the hot sun except I hadn't walked the dogs, early morning was sooo early, and I was sooo tired, so I thought I'd combine an errand down town and the need to exercise into one lunch hour.

One unbelievably hot lunch hour.

It's hard to believe that just yesterday I was rocking a sweater and keeping it buttoned up tight as I walked, but today, whoa, nelly, sweaters would be a gift from no one on a day like today!

Brilliant sunshine, blindingly wonderful, and ever so scorching.

As I walked back up from downtown (because literally, our downtown is down from home and work) I was miserable.  Hot, sweaty, bangs curled out to their natural Q's, checks tomato red, and I wondered at the sanity of the other older gals at our office who walk at lunch.  Daily.  Rain or Shine.

I did not enjoy it.  In fact, I thought only crazy people choose to walk at the hottest time of day.

Give me the cool morning hours, when birds are waking up and the whole town seems to be yawning and stretching and trying to come alive ala Dolly Parton 9 to 5, or the evening hours, when the sun is setting in a pink golden glow, and the town has heaved a huge sigh of relief that another day has been done, any time of day but  the hot sun of midday.

Only mad dogs go out in that.

I may be mad about dogs, but I am not a mad dog.  I will stick to reading my lunch hour away, a sensible past time on a hot day!  Or a rainy day for that matter.