I have stuff to post. I certainly do. There’s some geeky humor, an online toy to tinker with, thoughts to convey about recent family events, and an update on how life’s treating me.
But not today. Today I spent downstairs, hiding from my furnace-like bedroom and (thus) the computer(s), which I left turned off for 95% of the time. (I had to check mail and at least glance at the nonexistent job listings. I have responsibilities, dammit.)
I hate 100-degree heat. Hell, I hate anything above 90, but having 100 degrees sprung on me all of a sudden is just plain cruelty on the part of the universe. Mind you, “I take great comfort in the general unfairness and hostility of the universe.”
Maybe I’ll write something more interesting tomorrow. Or the day after. Hang in there, and stay cool. Drink lots of fluids. Et cetera, et cetera, ad infinitum, ad nauseum.
Stupid heat.
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4 responses to “Can’t write. Too hot.”
Ah, I hear ya. It’s way to stinkin’ hot to do anything, much less hover near a computer….
I had brain melt today too. The temps were only 80 but the humidity was a 1000%. :p
Right there with you. Thankfully, tomorrow should be a better day…
There’s not enough iced tea in the world to help when it gets past 90. *sigh*