At last, bedtime. The heat wore us all down. I made sandwiches again for dinner. We made an evening meal of them often enough to call it the Year of Sandwiches. We also ate on the floor most nights, kitchen towels spread on the kitchen or living room floor, picnic style. After the pineapple was chopped and the pebbly skin and spiked leaves composted, I lost the need for popsicles.