It's hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. Hot. It's hot at 8 a.m. It's hot at 9:30 p.m. It's hot in the car. It's So Hot I. Can't. Think. Can you?
It's July in D.C. -historically our hottest month and living up to its reputation. Go hide in the Smithsonian. (Or the dairy aisle depending on your ambition and energy level.) If outside, I recommend a personal atomizer filled with water as a constant companion and new best friend.
But kudos to WAMU for bringing us a little good news on the weather front. It may be hotter than ever, but despite the increasing density of Washington's population and the in pouring of cars, our skies are cleaner than they used to be. Blue Skies are in. Smog is out. (And as I write, so is Sean Spicer.)
This Saturday Catfish Hodge is in at JV's. Col Josh is out at Hank Dietle's for those of you looking for something to do. Cold beer can beat the heat- especially if you don't forget to bring your new best friend.
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