It is so freaking hot now. Like 30 straight days here in Tx of 100 degree weather. I used to sleep in the daytime to avoid this. I am a night-morning person. Now I sleep in my favorite parts of the day. That kinda upsets me.
The GC of the wm I work in has two areas. The inside where all the stuff you'd ordinarily find in a GC is, and the outside, where seasonal things are. Then there is the patio, the true outdoor area, where there is soil, mulch, rocks, and things like that. The other side is that plant cage common to all wm's. This one is much huger than the one you might have been in.
I burn in the sun. I get supr dehydrated. I mean, my pee at the end of work is the color of spolied bananas.
It hurts me to pee and I tend to limit how much I drink. This may have far more serious consequences than pain in my nether area.
Grrrr.... No relief in sight, unless you count this storm with the silly name of Eduardo. The rural wasteland out here is in the uncertainty cone of its forecasted path.
I am decaying, it seems. I mean, my feet hurt so bad after work. I can barely stand on them. I have capricious arthritic pain in my hands. It is hard to type this..
One day, I will be a ghost for real. I am one now, Arthelius, who is an ideal I like to think of.
I am Arthelius the Ghost. Who are you?
