Rainy Days and Mondays

While I didn't get everything done this weekend that I wanted to, I was still fairly productive. I got the den mostly organized and clean. The little one's room is done and gorgeous. And the living room is clean. I can poke at more stuff during the week. Although I found out we'll be doing Father's Day here, so I have to clean the "public" rooms by Saturday for sure.

This morning started with a headache, never a good sign. I was almost late to the van, but caught it so that's all good. I then had to go to training at 7am. On a Monday. Ugh. It was on something stupid. Because somebody, a while ago, did something stupid. So we all suffer. Then I walked almost a mile taking a picture around to people to sign for my old boss's retirement. It was bittersweet. Got to see friends who were moved far away from me, but had to talk about my mentor leaving.

Getting back to my desk I settled into my current status quo: uncertainty. I have a large complicated project to work on, but it's hard to focus on it when I don't know where I'll be next week. Several of my good friends have gotten pink slips. All of them have worked here longer than me, and can afford it less. I plodded through the day.

When we exited the building it hit me. The Heat. With a capital H. I am from Michigan. The high temp is usually 80. And it's humid. Here, last summer was the first time in recorded history (since 1945) that it did NOT hit triple digits. It is not unusual for it to be 100+ for a couple weeks. People keep saying "but it's DRY heat!" Well so is an oven, it's still bloody hot! Think of me like a fish, I need a certain amount of water in the air to breathe properly. Today my car told me it was 85. I felt sick. My skin hurts as soon as I go out in such dry heat. I want nothing more than to take a cool shower, or find some large body of water to soak in. Until today I've been blessed with unseasonably cool temperatures lately. But that is apparently at an end. I must ask my man about fixing the AC in my car. I never needed it in Michigan, so I did not realize it was broken. *sigh*

As I write this, Pepper has her chin resting on the laptop, looking at me with those big brown eyes of her. She says, Mommy, please give me love! But it is so hot! Ugh. And shortly I will be off to "real" workout #2 with Brian the personal trainer. I hope I don't die of heat stroke before then. And then I need to start working on a plan to exercise my poor pup without baking myself in this lovely *dripping with sarcasm* "dry heat."