Forecast says 84 here today. I think I'll just keep the doors closed in the Red Shed as long as possible. That thick layer of river gravel on the floor and the insulated walls keeps the joint pretty cool.
I skipped the annual neighborhood potluck like I do every year. They are trying to form a HOA and I will have nothing to do with it. The memsahib went in my stead and assured everyone that I am a cranky, antisocial old curmudgeon and probably dangerous to approach. I pottered in the garden and watched children's animation on DVD. Minions The Rise of Gru. Good solid escapism there. Not a hint of politics, violence or culture wars.
"Got a note on my door to take the curtains down, the HOA needed to be able to see what I store in my garage? say what? " I'm usually pretty polite and accommodating but that would make me real eager to tell someone to f_ck off. I'd be reading the HOA contract pretty carefully too.