It’s hot.
Not that I would ever complain about hot, because I much, MUCH, prefer hot to cold weather, but I could do without the high humidity.
Last night I ran about six kilometers and I was breathing like I had asthma because the weight of the air was so oppressive.
Aside from the huffing and puffing, running when it’s humid isn’t bad. I like the way it wraps around my legs and has the same comforting feeling as being in a steam room.
I also need to make sure I appreciate every moment I can outside, because summer is rapidly coming to an end and pretty soon it going to be winter again. I feel like I did a lot more this year than last year, but, I didn’t do near the number of things I wanted to.
I wanted to go to the market every Saturday morning and get tons of fresh vegetables that were grown locally.
I wanted to freeze and can these fruits and veggies so I could have great tasting food year-round. But it seems like something came up every week.
I was thinking this Saturday was the Saturday, but at the last minute a work trip came up – I’m out of town all next weekend for meetings, then I am visiting my parents next weekend.
Where does the time go?
*And according to Wikipedia the dogs days of summer are the sultry days of summer — with sultry being that hot, humid rainforest-y feeling. That perfectly describes my world right now.
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