I took my shower last night (hot water!) and got in my bed with the AC vent right beside it and turned on my bedside fan which is as big and powerful as a fan that'll fit on a small bedside table can be and it made a horrible screeching noise and then stopped.
For those of you who have never experienced the joy of midlife hot flashes which never quite go away, this probably doesn't sound like a big deal.
But some of you, I feel, may relate to my despair.
I have another small fan and I went and got that and plugged it in but that sucker is USELESS. It wouldn't flutter one piece of toilet paper if you held it in front of it. It wouldn't blow a gnat off a tomato.
But I made do.
Some universal force is determined to not let me have cool air blowing on me.
I told that theory to Mr. Moon and he said, "Nah. Shit happens."
I love him.
So. I need to get to town and buy things for Jessie's shower and go help Liz get set up for it. After the shower I hear that there's some big deer blind project going on at Lily's. Mr. Moon was vague about that but somehow I think it's going to involve Vergil, Jason, and of course, the blind-builder himself, Mr. Moon. I may gracefully decline to participate.
Hunting season may not have officially begun but around here it is well begun. I've already been told to stop using scented laundry products.
Okay. Things to do. Places to go.
All love...Ms. Moon