I spent the morning trying to hammer a pin out of the bucket cylinder of my backhoe. I was in the shade and there was a breeze but it still got hot.

My wife came out about 11:00 and said: “That’s enough! You get yourself out of this heat and into the house!” It had already got to 100.

I obliged her, came in, got cleaned up, and went to town.

I’ll be back out there about six in the morning. After about 10-11, I’ll be back in.
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"Filet that fish? Hell naw! I'll scale him, gut him, fry him up in grease, take him by the head and tail, and play him like a French Harp!" - Uncle Paul sometime in the 60s.