Said the Spider to the Fly

Two weeks of weather bliss!  Scotland clocked in with highs in the high 60s to low 70s.  London was warmer with mid-70s.  Rain or sprinkles every day.  Hey, you get used to it. 

Much better than the weather back home during the same time.  There it was over 100 for almost two straight weeks, so the rumor goes.  It's much "better" this week.  Highs in the low to mid 90s with chances of afternoon thunderstorms.  Those Three H's of summer - hazy, hot, and humid.  Ugh!

It'll be like stepping into a torture chamber for me today.  The director of the ballet summer camp is due for knee surgery this morning.  Which means I'll be teaching ballet and running the camp.  No sweat!

But I will be sweating.  Buckets.  The name of the camp?  Ballet In The Grass.  Yep, you guessed it.  We'll be outside.  Not only is my body still on Greenwich Mean Time, it's also still acclimated to British weather. 

Could the weather gods be persuaded to send some North Sea breezes my way today?