Those words is that post title sum up the past few days. However, I pulled myself together and put on my walking shoes and went out into the 86% humidity – yes, I’m proud of myself, I won’t deny it. My clothes are sticking to me, my hair is dripping sweat and tepid tea tastes so refreshing. It takes a little while to want the iced stuff again. Few things are as pleasurable as getting the job done and, then pacing slowly around with a mouthful of water being sloshed from one cheek to the other before being swallowed, while wiping sweat from your face with your shirt. It just doesn’t get much better than that.

I should carry a ball so I can spike it when I get home. Ah, endorphins, got to love them.