It has been freakin’ hot in Kuwait. There’s just no other way to describe it without using profanity. It’s kind of like when you’ve been roasting a turkey for 8 hours and you open the oven to have that huge wave of melt-your-eyelashes-together and take-away-your-breath heat hit you in the face. Except that this heat surrounds your entire body. All. day. long. To try and beat the heat, Grae and I went to the Hilton and waded in the cooled and covered pool for a good long while today. Of course, by the time you walk to your car, get everything loaded up, and drive the ten minutes home, you can feel the sweat dripping down your back again. Ugh. 17 days…
