I’ve been offloading ice for Ron’s knee for the last couple of weeks. Today we got another 15 pounds at Market Basket (it was Ron’s first visit) along with a few other groceries.
This humidity is killing me. I felt whoozy earlier today, similar to the strange dissociation almost exactly four years ago that preceded the TIAs. I felt better after eating (we got to use our Captain Scott’s voucher, which expired today) but I still want to just sleep.
It’s summer, all right, and the eve of the hottest month of the year.
Peter left a message that he’s doing better, thank goodness, but he’ll be in the hospital for the weekend.
I saw a hummer briefly today hovering around the Bee Balm.
I wouldn’t work anywhere without air conditioning on a day like this. I’m thinking about the people at Coonamessett Farm and the PowWow across the street. I was out between 7 and 9 this morning setting up sprinklers and deadheading all the roses and the day lilies. That was enough to throttle me, let alone trying to do anything physical at midday.