Summertime

It’s gonna be 96 goddamn, blistering degrees today! I live in fucking New England fer fuck’s sake! This is BULLSHIT and I WANNA SPEAK TO THE MANAGER!!!!!!!!

//insert petulant foot stomp here//

After this morning’s early walk, if I’d had a micron of energy leftover, I RILLY would have gone full metal Karen.

OK, no – that’s a lie. I’m well aware that:

1. I’m a heat weenie. This is on me, mes amis.
2. I’m a mature adult (AKA an old broad with a brain) – we don’t DO this Karen bullshit.
3. It’s motherfucking July – OF COURSE it’s too bloody hot out. YES, even here in Massachusetts.
4. I have an air conditioning unit in the bedroom and that’s precisely where I am right this very second. Coco and I will, most likely, spend the day right here because we’re all into self-preservation and shit.

Later, I may emerge for a Quarantini (1 part limoncello, 5 parts Prosecco and a slice of strawberry) and an ep of Warrior Nun over in Jen and Oni’s dimly lit and arctically chill living room.

Alright, alright – I MAY also leave my refrigerated hidey hole to put in 30 minutes on the elliptical. Why? Spine surgery’s goin’ down in 19 days. I’m in training – the more fit I am when I go under the knife, the easier/less painful and faster recovery will be.

So, all I’ve got for today is whine, fear, sadness, rage and more of it. Also too, pics from my ramble. How ‘bout you? What’s up in your universe?

Summertime – Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong