I’m not going to keep bitching about the heat because nobody needs to hear that and places like Phoenix have it worse, anyway.

I just wish I felt better. I have a metric buttload of things to do but yesterday I was so damn drained I begged off from making dinner, and today I’m waiting for some serrapeptase and decongestant to kick in so that my head stops feeling like a concrete balloon. On the plus side we have everything in-house that I need for dinner so I won’t have to run to the store for anything, which is nice, and once I swallow enough caffeine I’ll see about knocking out today’s word count. I actually wrote 3K yesterday, the first time I’ve hit my daily word count since May 14 of this year.