This is the desert, so we expect it to be hot in the summer. Last weekend it was 114 degrees. I accept that. (What choice do I have?) Jim and I start walking the dogs at 4:30 a.m. to beat the heat. That's fine with me. I do complain about the heat at times. I also brag about our great weather from September to May. However, last weekend, the local weatherman told me I should put things into perspective by thinking about Death Valley's temperature of 128 degrees. Hmmmm... I don't want to.