Heat Wave

It has been Code Orange and too hot to breathe here in Northern Virginia for the past week or so.  I think it's been rougher on my boys, though, than me.  They like to go outside, but when it's this hot and the air quality is this poor, I don't like to take them out -- especially Finn with his respiratory problems.  It was relatively cool on Saturday morning, so I took Finn out in the front yard when Diane went to work, but he didn't stay out long; it was simply too hot for him.  Unfortunately, with the wonders of air conditioning, they don't believe me when I tell them how hot it is until I do something like open the balcony door to fill the bird feeder or water the plants.  They head for the balcony, but stop at the doorway and give me dirty looks as if to say, "what kind of trickery is this?"  But when one of us comes home from work, they all come to the door and try to get out into the hall.  In between, I can frequently find one or another of them sitting by the front door, looking up at me with big eyes and crying to get out.  Or I'll hear a funny noise at the door and see Wabble hanging off the door handle trying to get it open (see "Wabble Opens Doors").