Mrs Bale and I are trying really hard not to whine, but geez Louise, it's 87 degrees at quarter of 6 in the evening! I can hardly breathe. I can't walk from one room to the other without boiling. It is too, too hot. A couple days ago the wood stove was cheerily burning away and today I just want to be in the air-conditioned car listening to my Mrs. Pollifax tapes.