Sorry, blogging friends, but it's too hot to write. My brain has been scrambled by a combination of being around 250 (mostly well-behaved but energetic) children between the ages of 8 and 13 and countless social interactions that wear me out. I'll do a bonus post tomorrow (Saturday edition!) with some reflections on Music Camp this year.
In the three cities we were in today--Lynchburg, Charlottesville and Manassas--the air temperature was 103 degrees and the heat index anywhere from 105 to 113. No wonder I feel drained in spite of about four hours in an air-conditioned car. The maximum temperature feature today on my thermometer recorded 103.6 degrees--and the sensor is in the shade.
One note about the flash dance, which went well: we spent an hour on asphalt that had been baked in the sun for ten hours. This morning, I noticed the soles of my feet hurt and found they were a bright pink. I had been burned through the half-inch soles of my walking sandals. A little Solarcaine and I was good to go. I guess people do burn the soles of their feet, but I did it with sandals on.
More tomorrow. I'm going to fill the tub with ice cubes and crawl in.