Summer in the desert is kind of like winter in the Midwest: When you're not running errands or going to work, you kind of hole up in your house because it's too dang hot to go outside--at least not for very long. Desert dwellers like me get that "cabin fever" feeling during the summer, not the winter. Winters are why I live in Arizona.
Anyway, as long as I've got plenty of books and a WIP in my laptop, I'm fine. Lots of books on my nightstand. I think I'll start by rereading THE LAST SUMMER OF YOU AND ME. I also can't wait to get my hands on debut author Mauren Lipinski's A BUMP IN THE ROAD.
Stay busy enough and you'll forget it's 105 degrees outside. Really. And whoever tells you it's a dry heat is probably hallucinating.