Sounds like a country song, doesn't it?
It has been consistently in the very upper 90s here with high (for us) humidity and I'm just sick of it. Sick to death. I hate the heat to begin with (you can never get naked enough to cool down), I hate sweating and I hate having to do anything in it. This means, of course, that when I need to go to the grocery store the thought of...
A. getting into a car with black interiors;
B. getting to the store before the air conditioner kicks in;
C. loading the groceries in the heat
D. unloading the groceries in the heat
...stops me in my tracks.
I left early this morning to apply for a position in Woodland, about 25 miles from home - by the time I got back to my car it was 92 degrees at 11 a.m. I couldn't shake the sleep from my head; still can't. After debating it in my head all the way back, I decided I was too tired to go to the store on the way home. I still can't decide if the sleepiness is depression, pre-menopausal symptoms, lack of vitamins or just not giving a shit.
For the past three days, Trixie has been "gassy". Clear a room gassy. The only thing I can pin it to is the pack of cheapo hot dogs I picked up as treats for her, so we're gonna cut back on those for a bit. My eyes are still watering from the last blast. Yes, I know, classy stuff I talk about.
I drained my small IRA in hopes I will get two months mortgage out of it...it had almost $6K, but once the penalties and taxes are removed, I'll probably be lucky to get half. But even half is better than what I have now, which is ZERO. They're supposed to send the check Friday. I'll let you know if I have any extra to actually buy myself a drink to celebrate.
Anyway, welcome to my Wednesday. And how are you??