We’re having a heatwave. I don’t know how tropical it is, but it sure is hot. For three days it’s been well over 90 degrees. For a writer with a deadline, though, other than going out and watering the plants, I’ve been chained to my desk. I’m forcing myself to make do with airconditioning and a cool man who is doing all the housework. Plus hubby ran out to buy more kitty litter for the little darling, Ellie, even in this sweltering heat. What a good guy! So to show him what a sport I am, I’m going to give him a touch of Marilyn Monroe singing Heat Wave.