The heat the last few days can only be described as brutal. By 8:00 in the morning I'm soaked with sweat and it doesn't dry until I'm on the way home from work.
After I get home, the only thing I want to do is sit, bathe and call it a day. So, that's why I haven't been writing. I have little inspiration, no initiative and the longing for a cool Autumn day.
In Case You've Wondered
My blog is where my wandering thoughts are interspersed with stuff I made up. So, if while reading you find yourself confused about the context, don't feel alone. I get confused, too.
If you're here for the stories, I started another blog: scratchingforchange.blogspot.com
One other thing: sometimes I write words you refuse to use in front of children, or polite company, unless you have a flat tire, or hit your thumb with a hammer.
I don't use them to offend; I use them to embellish.
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Yeah, the heat just knocks it out of you.
ReplyDeletePlus you have the added suck of 100% humidity over there.