I think I am always the last person in my hood to turn on the airconditioning.
Maybe the last person in the county.
Yesterday's 89 degree temps didn't phase me, I even got one big bed weeded. And this included going over to my neighbor's yard and pulling miles of bindweed off her fence and my plants.
Who knew that was a yew?
But today I have surrendered and after returning home from Physical Therapy at 10:30 I caved.
The house is now filled with the sound of window units humming.
The roommate is asleep in his cool, dark cave after another midnight shift, the cats are outside trying to get water from the hose and I'm gulping down sparkling water and lemon syrup.
All plans for my day off are put aside and I'm planning on a day of, I don't know, maybe relaxation?
I miss the sounds of the birds though, and I have to keep an eye on those cats so I dash out for a moment or two of the garden.
The plants are loving the heat..
Everything's coming up rudbeckia in my yard.
Correction: after 4 hours sleep Superman just left to go play soccer.,
Geez, nobody has ever made me feel lazy before.
And yes, since you asked, he's still cooking and on Saturday he spent to hours cleaning and beautifully arranging my basement (which he calls the closet), dug out the rest of the fig tree's roots and made plans to start revamping the drainage system in the always flooding back yard.
Of course I took him out to eat Thai.
Hell, I'd fly him to Thailand if he wanted.
Somewhere, sometime I must have done something right.