On Saturday Morning Blahs

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.

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