I've got to start getting out to walk before nine a.m. That or just admit that I am trying to kill myself. The part of my walk in the picture above is fine. Shaded and coolish but there are parts of the walk in the sun and they are not as pleasant. Add to that a random hot flash or so and I come home stinking like an adolescent boy, red as a beet and dripping with sweat.
Lovely image, right?
Well that's the deal. That's the truth.
I don't have a damn thing to talk about today except for a few things that really do not need to be discussed here because they would probably come under the heading of "mean gossip and observations."
Yes. I sweat, I stink, and I'm mean.
But I'm in a pretty good mood anyway.
I hope you are too.