Satan lives in Redding, California

It’s hot enough for this to be his vacation home. 112 was yesterday’s expected high. If you’re in a air conditioned home, that wouldn’t be so bad, but OUR AIR CONDITIONER BROKE! My sister called in and had it fixed, but for 2 hours I felt my internal organs get to the point of boiling.
Today we are going to Shingletown, where I was raised. Later on I am going to try to set up the shot I was trying to get last night with the Sundial bridge. I’m the worst; I decide to go get some sunset shots, 3 minutes before the sun goes down. LAME.
Anyway, my mom is laying next to me and says, “Tell the internet Hello from the Fonz, and now hurry up and get up so we can go and get out of here.”
Can’t we just cuddle?