I hate the heat.
It was hot last night. Very hot. Stuffy. Stifling.
I couldn’t get comfortable in bed. I tossed. I turned.
I woke dehydrated. My mouth felt gummy and gross.
It’s Saturday morning. I feel “blah.”
My mind, already mush, became, if possible, even more mushy.
I wrote 30,000 words this week. Thirty. Thousand.
I didn’t sleep well.
I didn’t even have any idea what day it was.
Coffee. I think coffee might fortify me against the day.
Maybe the overcast skies will bring some rain.
Maybe the Cubs will return to their winning ways.
I live in hope.