I set my alarm for 8:30 this morning. I haven't been setting my alarm. I did it so that I could get up to give the cat his medicine at the proper time, to try to get back on a proper sleep schedule (hopefully alleviating my headaches), and to get my run in, as 110 heat index is predicted for today.
I woke up before my alarm went off, due to the fact I was drenched in sweat. It was so incredibly hot in my room that desert-like is the only phrase I can think of to describe it. I had to get out of there. I thought perhaps I had slept through my alarm and the day had wore on, causing it to be so hot, but no, it was 8:20. I stood up, and as I walked out past a litter box I said, aloud of course because running has made me crazy, "Is it trash day?" Trash day is Thursday. "Shit, I have to clean the litter box." Trash usually comes around 7. I was panicked, and couldn't focus my eyes, and my ankle hurt, and sweat was literally pouring off of me. I usually take a bag upstairs on Wednesday night, so I can clean the box Thursday morning and take it down to take out with the trash. I had no bag, I was going to have to hobble up and down the stairs, no wait it's not trash day.
What the hell was that? Am I losing it , for real? Or is it the sore throat tea with all the safety warnings that I had last night? (My throat feels much better today.)
I go downstairs and try to get my dog to go outside. He won't go. He's scared of bugs and the extra noisy cicadas this year are paralyzing him with fear. He's about as big as me, so if he says he's not going, well. That's that. Meanwhile, I'm standing on the back steps trying to coax him out, convinced I am going to die of heat stroke. It is just blazing hot and I'm hoping that it has as much to do with me already being hot and standing in the sun than the actual temperature.
I give up on my miserable dog, and check the temp. 84, feels like 91. I refuse to run. I go back outside to check it out, because I have officially run in this heat before. It's just thick. I don't think I can do it. Maybe it's just a huge bs excuse, but it's not going to happen.
I sit back down at the computer, with a Mountain Dew in hand, because my wake up is not going well. I am staring at the weather channel page, wishing it would change, when I see a "fitness app." I will save my rage against the apps for another day, but I scrolled down to check it out and it breaks down all the hourly info just how I've needed it and have to push a million links to see. Yay. There's even a calculator to tell you how much water you need (64 ozs for me, what a revelation - it's not like they figured out how to turn water into wine, it's just an app). It doesn't look like it will be out of the 90s before 10pm, so balls. The Fitness app (I really, really hate that), is located under the Forecasts tab.
This is my last week, I don't need this. Tomorrow is supposed to be inhumane also, but I will give it another go. Then we have rain coming, so I don't know that my "race" is going to happen on 8-9-10, which enrages me, but so it goes. It won't happen on 8-9-10 if I heat stroke out either.
So, Day 64 looks to be in the books. I will be taking a walk to go vote against one issue that is so dumb, I almost feel like I am belittling myself and all intelligence in this country by casting a vote against it. But, if the intelligent start saying "that is so stupid I won't validate it with a response," the hillbillies are going to take over and form their own United States of Amethica, so off I will go to fight the good fight against Stupid once more.
P.S. Dear Google, I understand that words in links on websites are frequently what makes websites come up on searches. Please for all things holy, don't make this site come up when people search Tea Party. I trust most people searching for that can't spell tea, so I'll be safe, but I was referring to actual tea, not Crazy Kool Aid. Thanks.
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