It's not even 9 am yet and it's over sixty degrees. Wowzers.

I can't wait until mid-summer and the people talk about just what a scorcher of a day it's going to be. As much as people complain about the winters in New England, the euphemisms people have for summertime heat and humidity really takes the cake. Hot enough to fry and egg on the sidewalk soon.

I can't wait to grill.