24 is too hot i don't care what you say

i stayed up past midnight on a rare but typical 4 hour phone convo with best bud.  it was our beat the heat strategy.  we always have a lot to say but we didn't come close to our record which was probably during the time i lived at home in nanaimo after i got home from japan.  i had my own phone line so that i could use my dial up internet (icq).  in those days we pulled some all-nighters just talking.  talking like we do.

when i did sleep, i slept quite soundly.

i woke up sprawled out like a jelly fish, belly out, to the sound of jane closing my bedroom door.  woops.  she usually comes at 6:30.  sorry you had to see that jane.  so she fed izzy and went home, texting me that if i needed help with breakfast later that i could text her.  but i felt bad about that so i said i would just get my own.  something easy.  so i did.

i grabbed the last muffin and a bag of frozen mango chunks.  voila.  i discovered that i can pick things up off the floor from my good side because i dropped the picker-upper yet again.  when i went outside i saw that petunia was dry and wilting.  so i found a way to water her.  i have to use smaller vessels and make more trips through out the day, but i watered most of my plants.  this all sounds normal but it's big for me.  and it made me sweaty.  it wasn't easy.  i started to think i probably don't need babysitters quite so often anymore.  at lunch time jane and i talked about it.  she's just going to come 1x a day now.  we'll see how that goes.

it's too hot.  why does 24 degrees feel so gross.  imagine floating in the cool embrace of the ocean right now...