Okay, so it's early June and we're already hitting 33 C. I thought my joints would be happier with the heat and low humidity, but they're just determined to be wretched at me. RD is so humbling. I've been able to stubborn my way through many health difficulties, and I keep waiting for stubborn to be enough. It isn't. I'm trying to stay cheerful, but the heat is absolutely oppressive, and I dread the forest-fire season already. I'm angry and frustrated, because I had hoped that summer would be better for me. I sunburn in minutes, so even the lake is out of bounds. I guess I'll stick to my mornings and evenings, and leave the afternoons for a book and a siesta.
(pictured below is the Okanagan Mountain fire of 2003 - my first summer here from the prairies. I traded tornadoes for floods and fires, it seems.)