The last two days have been suddenly, startling, hot, AND humid. The operative word here is AND. Well, and Humid. Yes, it's true that we had heat in Arizona - big time heat. And this time of year, late May and early June were the hottest. And, we also had some humidity in Arizona. We especially had a lot of humidity during the monsoon season of July and August. And I hated it. There. but also here. I am not a fan of humidity - of being constantly damp. I'm also not a fan of air conditioning, but frankly the humidity, and my response to it, means air conditioning. sigh....so, that's been the biggest event of the last few days:sun, hot, humid.
You'd think that all this heat and humidity would cause my sore and tire muscles, sore and tired from a lot of exercise at the gym, would cause them to be a little less sore. Actually, it's not so much that they are sore as they are, tired. Very tired. Tired above and below my knees. Tired above and below my shoulders. Really tired from two tough days of exercise. Good. But tough. Good, though.
So, today I took the day off from exercise. Except for bathing four dogs and then walking them a mile so they could dry off. Except it was hot and humid, and they didn't dry. At least not all the way. Anyway.
Oh. And did I mention four dogs? Ollie Emmyand, Roxie and Ruby
Yes, my two (Roxie and Ruby) our son's dog (Emmy)a smallish 40 pound very compact bordercollie/pit bull mix (we think), and our daughter's weimeranier (Ollie). Four dogs for the last week. It's been a hand full. Not bad - just a lot of dog. Dog vying for space to sleep - since no one was really at their home. Dog vying for attention, and food, and exercise. Dog. a lot of dog. But today our daughter came home from her vacation in Florida and got her dog. After helping me bath them and walk them. And hanging around to have dinner with me. Then she and her dog went home.
As if that weren't enough I also spent a little more than 24 hours taking care of my god-daughters
Now, all is quiet. The house is cool enough. And I'm tired. Hoping I sleep tonight.
That was my week, And, my day.
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