To get back into writing about my days, I though I would start with what love about this hellish hot inferno.
Instant hot water at all times. Great for an evening wash. Nothing quite cools you down like a nice hot shower before bed. I miss it in the winter. Only the perfect temp after a 110+ degree day.
Cooking in the sun. Cheesy dips of any kind cam be done in a mason jar with a mirror and a right lid. Not to mention soup out of the cupboard ready to eat.
The solitariness creates a meditative interspection like on a beach where you get to hot go for a dip cool off start over.