Saturday, August 22, 2009
Do you believe . . .
The Camry is not a mode of transportation so much as it is a mobile thermometer. One-hundred-and-three-degrees, day before yesterday. When I came home, J said to me that, after all, this is August. You'd expect it to be hot.
Yes, you would. But I think I was better off not knowing exactly how hot it really gets in our immediate vicinity.
Maybe, if we could get the car to fib like the weather people do: Report, say, a few degrees lower . . .