Okay. That’s enough with the humidity. And the heat. I’m ready for a break.
Gah, I’ve got so many projects to do and I just can’t do them. I can’t focus. All I want to do is lay on the sofa with the fan pointed at me, going full blast and read. Or sit in the pool where it’s shady and read.
The office is the hottest room in the house in the afternoon. I most certainly don’t want to be back here.
I’m so tired of the noise from all of the fans, the attic, ceiling and table fans. I want quiet.
I want it to cool down.
I keep telling myself that sweat is good, it’s pushing out toxins. I think I don’t have any toxins left at this point.
*pant*
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