Whew! After a couple of weeks of thunderstorms and some pretty amazing and alarming lightning, it has just settled down to be hotter than a ten dollar Rolex.
I don't know if I'm going to make it.
This will be my fifth summer out there on the ol' rec yard. And yesterday BG and I went out at 2:00 for a round and by the time we came back in, I almost fell out. I was sweating buckets and apparently looking pretty bad. Everybody kept asking me if I was all right and telling me to sit down.
I had stuff to do. Things need to get done.
Eventually I sat down and guzzled an entire 32 oz. gatorade in about a minute flat. Started to feel a little better after that.
I guess I'm going to have to bring less food and more liquids in my lunchbox. I drank that whole gatorade, three twelve ounce bottles of water and maybe ten cups of the nasty purple that people mistakenly refer to as Koolaid. It's not Koolaid. It's just water and purple.
But the summer is just beginning. More hot days ahead.
This is going to cost me a fortune in drinkables. I don't drink the water at the prison. That stuff will make you glow in the dark and damage your chromosomes so that all yer babies will be born nekkid.
It's like a very slow lethal injection.
I just don't do well at all in hot weather. I got heat stroke once down in Central America and ever since then I just can't handle the heat well.
I'll survive, but I won't be happy about it.
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