The heat and humidity are whipping my ass. It's been pretty gross out here in the mid-Atlantic for at least two weeks now. When I titled this post "dog days" I didn't realize just how accurate that was! From the interwebz: "To the Greeks and Romans, the “dog days” occurred around the day when Sirius appeared to rise just before the sun, in late July. They referred to these days as the hottest time of the year, a period that could bring fever, or even catastrophe." So yeah...
I've established my early morning walking routine and have been able to keep that habit. If I don't get out early, I know I just won't get out for a good walk. Anything extra (as in, short, sniffy, Avery walkies) just gets me more steps in. The challenge comes later, when I want to get anything else done! That walk, and what it takes out of me, make me want to sleep the rest of the day (well, that's an exaggeration, sure...but I'm not exactly filled with energy and enthusiasm). I was born and bred in the far less than humid west...and that part of me just says, "fuck this nonsense!"
But...here we are...maintaining. Covid times linger and we don't know when that will change significantly. I miss my peeps...the fam...the Pacific...and I don't know when I can go visit again. So...we wait and do our best...me and Avery.
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