Our house is designed to be eco-friendly - lots of louvres and windows positioned to capture the breeze but no air-conditioning. Ninety-nine percent of the time this doesn't worry me. We're now in the other one percent. We do have a pool, but as anyone with fair skin will tell you, the Aussie sun burns! So I don't visit the pool during the middle of the day. No matter how much I might want to.
The coolest part of our house today is our garage. Gromit the wonder dog is stretched out on the cool concrete floor with a gentle breeze coming from the evaporative cooler (which has a reservoir filled with ice). Being thirteen, we need to keep her comfortable. She has a paddle in the pool, comes in and lies down in the breeze and dreams of days gone by. I worry about her old bones on cold concrete, but when she chooses it over the four beds available, I figure I should let her be.
Misty, on the other hand, is living up to her nickname of PigPen (from the Charlie Brown comics). She's found some dirt under our trees, scratched out a nice hollow and is sound asleep out there. All very well and good until she tries to come inside, with dust and sand and bits of tree stuck to her sides. I now have a packet of wet wipes at the door and give both sides a quick wipe before she comes in.
I am writing today. Working on a short story that started over a box of Lindt chocolates from Christmas. Then its onto editing my futuristic novel. I'm slowly tightening and reorganising my first three chapters. Wish me luck.