93...91...

And those aren't grades from high school.  Nope, that would be my golf scores from this weekend.  Goodbye high handicap, hello "I can't keep playing this good."  Yet I don't really feel like I am playing that much better than I had been.  

Oh and yes - it was hotter than an iron skillet waiting on chicken to be fried both days.  We played Sunday afternoon and took a cart rather than walking because when it is 95+ outside, I refuse to be that stupid.  Today we played at 7:15 this morning so we walked.  By the end of the round at 10:45am, it was 90 with a heat index of 95 and we were struggling to make it back to the clubhouse.