Our pool is 95 degrees.............think about that. It's a spa, a lobster boil, not very refreshing, even warm for Ray. Yes, we have a pool and this is a first world problem. I am aware. But I am whining.
Friday I left for work at 7:15 am and it was 85. Ray (now semi-retired and off on Fridays) planned to mow our yard. I told him, "Get it done before 9 am or 90 degrees. You only have 5 degrees to work with....). I don't want to come home and find him passed out in the back yard. Triple Ugh!
I've used the heat excuse for not really cooking, not really doing anything, and not doing a decent blog post. This is my lazy Monday post done on Sunday night. I'm not proud of myself. I've been reading. I've been to some movies. I lack motivation.
So I'm turning off the comment section. I know you kind folks. You'll offer sympathy on the heat, and generally excuse my slack-off behavior. Do not enable me, my friends. I shall get my act together.
A "cool" spell is promised....it might be only 99 on Tuesday and I shall kick back into gear. Until then...enjoy your "weather" wherever you are. And if you are whining at 80 degrees or so...yes, I'm calling you a wimp. Suck it up, buttercup!
