This past weekend was the hottest so far this year.

Summers in the desert. pic.twitter.com/gL4OgAjyw3

— Kevin Spencer (@kevin_spencer) July 11, 2020

Not having any humidity is the key. For while it does hit you like an oven, you can stay outside for longer than you'd think before starting to sweat. Compare that to the East Coast and, really, I don't know how people in Florida do it. Instantly drenched when you take three steps.

When it gets this hot, there are some fun outdoor cooking stories of course. This Reddit thread from r/phoenix has a couple good examples. From frying eggs in a pan, to baking cookies on your dashboard. The first one I've done, the second is a bloody fantastic idea.

While it's supposed to be our Monsoon Season, we haven't had any rain since April 11th. And no fun lightning storms to watch.

John Gruber had a post on Woodrow Wilson's racism.

It’s absolutely flabbergasting to compare these basic facts to what I learned about Woodrow Wilson in high school, which was more or less just the facts of World War I and that Wilson’s spearheading of the League of Nations was noble.

What we're taught in school vs reality is something I've thought about for a while. In England it was no different of course. No mention of the negative side of empire building. No mention of atrocities, no mention of the role in the slave trade.

A few weeks back the statue of Bristol slave trader Edward Colsten was torn down. My immediate reaction was "who?". Which is a terrible thing to admit, but that part of history was just skipped over in the classroom.

Years ago I read Howard Zinn's A People's History Of The United States which paints a rather different story of how America was settled. The genocide of the Native American people in stark contrast to the glorification of history in print and on screen.

Learning about what actually happened is really important. The more of this we can teach in schools, the more each generation can tear down monuments both figuratively and literally. Public holidays, building names, flags, and statues celebrating crimes against humanity should not be tolerated.

Mary Poppins asleep on my lap. Sure she's peaceful now, but this little bugger wakes me up every morning by walking on my face. Dad, dad, dad, wake up, it's breakfast time.

Tiny tiny grilling in full effect 2020. Bonus points for when that one hot dog on the end just rolls off the grill on to the floor.

These times, 2020.

There's something about the morning, just sitting outside with your coffee. Soon there will be Slack, and email, and video calls.

But for now. Breathe.

So yeah, how are you holding up?

This toilet paper thing, well it's a thing isn't it? Most everything else is ok. We're home all the time just like you. Coffee here is good. We work on our laptops, we read, we stream our TV.

We stand at the end of our driveway and chat to neighbors at the end of theirs – 6ft distance yo. It's nice to live around good souls. We gave some eggs and received a bottle of wine in return. I'd say we got the better end of the bargain there.

We'll all get through this and look back on it. Stay away from people, wash hands all the time, and adjust your Twitter feed so eyeballs are not consumed by negativity.

Now, where's that cake?

Weather here in the desert is getting nice. It's that time of year when you remember why you like living here. Well, until the summer hits and you question everything about yourself.

A moment to step outside and breathe in that after thunderstorm air. Phoenix is on day three of storm watch 2019 and there has been rain. Our garage flooded and we have a bucket in the kitchen catching drops. So that's cool.

I'm sitting here waiting for my grilled cheese sarnie (because I'm seven years old) and start watching the other customers. This cafe has an iPad terminal that you sign with your finger. In the two minutes I've been here I've seen lots of different finger signing techniques.

There's must get it correct slow signing lady. There's who gives a shit squiggle guy. And then this most recent one just put a X in the box. Me? I'm squiggle guy. Life's too short man.