The weatherman lied to me.

He promised rain yesterday, and it never came. Then he promised it this morning--and there is a bright, very hot sun gloating from a cloudless sky as I write.

I had underestimated the heat wave, until I made the wise decision to do errands during the hottest part of the day, running to and fro to this and that store. On the drive home I nearly passed out. Apparently, being six months pregnant causes one to overheat more quickly than the average duck.

So now the errands are done in the early morning hours before it roasts, after which I'm relegated to the confines of my house, waiting for the promised rain and cooler temperatures, which the weatherman assures me are coming... but are yet to make any hint of their arrival...