Dog Days

Since moving to Oregon three years ago, my heat tolerance has dramatically decreased.  The week I spent in Michigan this May reminded me how terribly hot and humid the warmer seasons can be.  Apparently, in the Pacific Northwest, I've been spoiled by moderate temps most of the year.

With the arrival of Marrow to our household, I'm totally getting a picture of what it means to be amidst the dog-days-of-summer.  It's hard to remain at a full level of heat-induced crankiness when there's water fun to be had.