I am laughing uproariously about how back in Portland I would whine when the temperature reached 90 degrees. The forecast actually calls for 115 degrees tomorrow with patchy smoke. Or was that the forecast for hell? Wait, I’m confused. I just typed in the zip code for Ukiah in the weather website and hell came up instead. Yesterday it was 109 and today it dipped to a frigid 108.
The teenagers I work with are extra whiny and the animals I own are extra panty. I even hosed off the rabbits when I got home from work. Some of them didn’t even move.
All of this is made better by the fact that I now own a real grown up vacuum cleaner. It sucks up dirt on my floor. I am a vacuuming maniac. I vacuumed my counters, cupboards, and then, what the hell, I eyed my crusty toaster and turned it upside down on the kitchen floor. Those breadcrumbs vanished before my eyes and I had to take a moment to absorb the joy.
In other news, I am more of a swimming fanatic than ever. I lost my mind and joined the local Master Swim Team I now swim two or three times a week for an hour nonstop and when I get out of the pool I try not to vomit. It’s great! The coach pushes us and tells us how to perfect our stroke and my mind is filled with “outsweep! insweep! recovery!” and no one understands.