Today’s report from the surface of the sun

Seriously, when we got into the car after touring the Edsel and Eleanor Ford house, the outside temp reading was 109. Of course, it was down to 108 by the time the AC solidified my heat-jellied brain sufficiently to think of snapping a photo of the dashboard display. The house tour was interesting, but house tours tend to all kind of blend together after a while. And we didn’t get to see the secret tunnel out of Edsel Ford’s study, which pretty much left Nora and I downcast. Tip for tour guides … if there IS a secret tunnel, but you can’t show it to us, don’t tell us about it. It is just unfair.

The grounds were very pretty, but again, as I mentioned already: 109 degrees. And we were sweating, and our sweat (well, my sweat specifically) was apparently like the nectar of the Gods to every biting black fly in the area. Biting black flies are a scourge that I’ve never experienced before. Those little f*ckers really hurt!

Then we drove around Belle Isle, but it was way too hot and we were way too lazy to actually get out. We rolled down the windows and took pictures. Are you getting the pattern here? And then we also drove by the Michigan Central Station. Oh, and then we drove around the Brush Park area so Nora could get some pictures of grafitti. Then we went to an awesome Lebanese restaurant for dinner and ate shawarma.

Tomorrow, the Detroit Institute of Art.