En el campo.

New Normality day 31.
It's become really baking hot recently, even under the trees. It's a struggle to want to go out at all, and the dogs hate it. When I think back to my 20-something self, worshipping every ray of sun I could get in pursuit of a golden tan, and see that echoed by the bodies grilling on the beach, I wonder what it was all about. The tortoises know best, hiding under things or digging into the earth to avoid the heat. It must be like an oven in those shells.