It was hot. And it was likely only to get hotter, as the summer went on. Still, grass needed cutting, hedges needed trimmed, bushes needed to be whacked. They weren't going to stop growing just because he didn't want to go out in the heat and take care of it.
But he couldn't get through a whole day without coming home for a nice long cold shower, and something cold to drink. Leaving his boots out on the stoop, Tim trudged inside, to find his husband on the couch with a bunch of pink clothes. "What the fuck?" He was pretty sure he didn't own anything that was pink.