Today will be another day spent upstairs where there is air-conditioning. As soon as I'm done doing the things I need to do here. Which is, primarily, editing a manuscript.
There will be no exercising today. It's not even 9:00 as of the writing of this, and it's 27 degrees out.
There is only my bed, ac and possible sketching in my future. Everything else can go die in the fire the is Ottawa currently.
I'm grumpy. I hate the heat. I hate it so much.
There's nothing else to say. I'm unemployed and stressed and hot and grumpy.
There's nothing else, really to say. I'm going to get this stuff done as quickly as humanly possible, so I can retreat.