I have to find a new hobby.

I'm joking, of course; the SCA requires a lifetime commitment. But seriously, the event last weekend was insanely hot. I know I'm always bitching about the weather, but it was at least 97 actual degrees outside, so the "feels-like temperature" must have been 110 in the shade, as the old joke goes.

Not exactly the sort of weather where you want to be wearing costumes from days where a glimpse at a lady's ankle was grounds for witchcraft charges.

Fortunately, our new campsite has cabins. With air conditioning. We had a pajama party Saturday night and watched the hockey game. Sunday, nature once again demonstrated to me the fact that layers and loose clothing trap heat. I wore a Roman outfit, and spent most of the time with the fabric hiked up to expose as much leg as I could get away with when no-one was looking. I finished my errands and retreated to the cabin of cool, and decided that that was the end of my costume-wearing portion of the weekend. Ugh.

Monday proved just as hot, even in our house. You see, our parsimonious landlord has decided that this property does not deserve an a/c unit that was made after 1972. It was too hot to nap, even. So we did what Floridians have done for generations - we went to see a movie, Shrek 2. Great movie!

Now if only I could find a source for giant blocks of ice, I could replace the chair in front of my computer with one, just like they used to do in cartoons. And it's only June 1.