Friday Mental Massage: Africa Hot
I haven’t done the old Friday Mental Massage for a while, so let’s get it all out, shall we?
Africa Hot–I spent most of my summer in Las Vegas. The temperature was in triple digits all the time. Sure, it was hot, but it wasn’t miserable. This week, G-Vegas is, to quote Biloxi Blues, “Africa Hot.” I started working on cleaning out my garage yesterday afternoon and gave up after half an hour. My wife and I took the kid to the pool. When I started sweating in the water, I knew it was time to go back inside.
So, I did what any reasonable guy does in such a such a situation. I went to a bar. Then a poker game. By 10pm, despite being in a room with central air conditioning and two fans, I was sweating like my friend T does on an 80 degree day. I left before I’d planned to and came home. Once in bed, I continued to sweat in my 72-degree house. Something was so obviously wrong with my body, I decided to not go outside today.
Guess who’s back?—It’s about time I say.
What? WHAT?–Well, let’s see here…I’ve been wanting to take a particular trip for the past three years, but wasn’t able to do it. Now when I really don’t have the mental fortitude or time to do it,
I’ve been asked to go on this ten day jaunt. Well, that was fast. Back you your regularly scheduled program. I’ll be maintaining the schedule I’d intended for the next couple months.
That news alone has turned this massage into a beat down.
I’m just going to sit here and not go outside.