Our air conditioner has packed up at home. It’s a cool 90F so we are a tad toasty.
We have the windows open to try to get some air flowing but there isn’t even a breeze.
Ma says it’s a good day to use one of her least favorite words to describe how she feels. LETHARGIC!
There is something about that word she doesn’t like. It makes her think of dampness and bad smells.
I promise you it’s got nothing to do with pinky. He never tires. Just like me.
There’ll be no roast dinner tonight though as herself cannot take any unnecessary heat in the kitchen.
Hope there’s a few croutons on the go as that green stuff clean does me in.
Blessing #1018-Salad Days