I wish the thing that was on fire was me-meaning that I am spinning away for a fabulous trip into Paris for a big finish in this year's Tour de Fleece. Instead I am talking about the weather. It is ridiculously hot and it needs to stop.
At least it's not hot in the Alps. On Friday it was cool and wet and I loved watching it so much I watched it all day while I tried to get caught up. I will be plying today but there won't be much to show for all the effort I put out this year. That's what I get for taking on something that was such slow going in the first place. Next year I will know better.