It is devilishly hot - especially for Minnesota in June. Just a moment ago, wool socks and polarfleece were the clothes of choice. At least those are easier to shed than this beastly fur coat of mine.
One more degree on that thermometer on the shady north side of our garage, and we'd have 100 degrees. Pretty sure this means we are in hell.
So I went ahead and grabbed those chicken bones out of the trash.