Palm Springs, in the middle of August, is freakin’ hot. I know… it boggles the mind. After the second weekend in a row of being out of town, I am very happy to be home. Home, where I don’t have to deal with a suitcase or mini bottles of shampoo, housekeeping that thinks it’s a good idea to set the AC to 85 degrees, a thermostat that keeps falling off the wall, and crazy heat. It was an extremely fun, extremely exhausting, and extremely productive weekend.
The dogs missed us so much, they left a dead opposum in the backyard for us. And some dug up sod, that apparently was put back before I ever saw it. There are already some dying pee spots that I can see, but I knew this would happen going in. I think once the grass gets established, we’ll be in a better position to keep it healthy. Right now, it’s still just sod that you could essentially pull up in one piece.