For some unfathomable reason, I woke up at 4:00 am this morning soaking wet with sweat and feeling like I was in a toaster oven. We had left the a/c running so it was cool in the house, but I was still frying hot. The wife got up and turned the air down even more in an attempt to cool me down so I could get back to sleep. I suspect I subjected her to a good round of goosebumps before I gave up and got out of bed.
Thinking I surely must be running a fever, i got up and grabbed our little battery operated thermometer and held it to my temple. When it finally beeped I looked at it in shock.
97.2! What the snap?
How could my body temperature be so low if I felt so hot?
Holy freaking snap on a cold turkey leg, what was this all about?
It made me want to do my English Bobby imitation. "Ere' now! What's all this, then?"
It was a mystery.
I felt better and cooler a little while later but the whole waking up after three hours of sleep thing tended to make the day drag on just a tad.
And to top it off they sent me down to 9 yard to play with the wobbleheads. It got somewhere in the low 90's this afternoon with nine million percent humidity. It was so steamy and hot if I were a Vietnam vet I'd be having flashbacks.
The 9 yard shack has a/c but since the shack itself is only the size of a phone booth you freeze once you step inside. Mostly because if you're standing, it's blowing in your face. And if you sit, it blows right on the back of your head. And every time I stepped back outside my glasses fogged up. What a pain!
I was grouchy and hot and irritable and trying hard not to be grouchy and hot and irritable to everyone else and not having much luck.
And if this post ever had a point to it, it's completely evaded me. I have not a freaking clue where I was going with this.
I'll just go check the calendar and get out of here before I embarrass myself further.
Tuesday is going to shine bright and be National Chocolate Ice Cream Day. Not a big chocolate ice cream fan myself, but maybe I'll put a big blob of it under my hat to keep me cool.
Always plenty to eat - *Cliff and I were both poor, growing up. We stayed pretty poor most of our married life, too, although I was always sure not to call us "poor", even in my...
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