It was stupidly hot and humid this weekend, and is continuing today. I feel like I sweated enough to solve the water problem in that town in India. And I SWEAT - I do not glow, nor do I perspire - to quote a friend of mine, I "sweat like a mug."
Thankfully, my cuckoo clock bird didn't die of heatstroke, but this is pretty close to how I spent the weekend:
I only went outside when necessary - to walk the dog, who was also not interested in being out any longer than he had to be. It was, as my mother liked to say, "hotter than Billy be d*mned." I did accomplish some things around the house - kinds of things that need to get done, but are not really noticeable. So I don't have any "before and after" photos to share.
Then this morning not only was the weather worse, but things didn't go well. I didn't sleep well as a result of the miserable weather, and then as I was feeding the kitties their breakfast before Hamlet and I went out, he peed on the rug. I felt bad, because he has a urinary tract infection, but that still meant having to clean it all up when I got back, and convincing him that he wasn't in trouble.
So I headed upstairs to get ready, feeling like I had just stepped out of the shower already, and when I went to wash my face, I noticed that my left eye was swollen and red, big time. I put a cold washcloth over it, and then put eye drops in it, and tried to keep it closed until I left the house. Which helped, so I hope by the end of the day, it will be back to looking normal.
After getting dressed, I went downstairs to fix breakfast, and broke a bowl when it slipped out of my hands. So I cleaned that up, and then fixed my breakfast, which at least cooperated after that. Brushed my teeth and headed to work.
Then I got here, looking somewhat like this:
It's like a Monday on steroids, I tell you! Surely things can only go up from here. I'll be grateful even if they don't head downwards any more ...
Here's hoping your day is going better than mine!