What the Wicked Witch of the West must have felt like

Okay, so I don't exactly know what the Wicked Witch of the West must have felt like when she melted. She melted because of water, I'm about to melt from all that heat. I furthermore will melt with grace as opposed to embarrassing myself by screaming, "I'm melting, ... melting!" If there's one thing you'd want to avoid while melting, it's drawing attention to yourself. Someone should have told that Wicked Witch about etiquette. I'm sure Miss Manners has mentioned the rules on correct melting behavior. Oh well....

I've been trying to find ways to stay cool at the moment. As this country is trying not to have constant blackouts, A/C is hardly to be found in private homes. So I'm left with sticking my head in the freezer for minutes at a time. I have also tried sleeping on a pillow I'd stuck in the freezer before. Unfortunately, this genius idea only sounded great for about two minutes during which the pillow adjusted to the sizzling temperature in my bedroom.

The better part of today saw me dogsitting in addition to trying not to melt. Smart dog slept spread out on our tiled kitchen floor. I wonder whether it would look funny if I took my frozen pillow and camped out in the kitchen tonight .... and maybe for the next few days. What I am sure of is that the sun is after me: I swear, when I was walking the dog today, a voice from the skies whispered, "I'll get you, my Pretty, and your little dog, too!"