Damn, it's hot outside

Another day of accomplishing nothing beyond ripping a hole in my shorts when I went to get some stuff out of my mother's garage. Oh, and getting the stuff ( a couple of books, some clothes, my astrological chart!) I don't count fetching the detritus of my life as a great accomplishment, even though it was in the 90s and I am not at my best in the heat. I wilt like a delicate flower, except that I am precisely the opposite of a delicate flower, whatever that would be. A potato, perhaps? Or maybe an indelicate flower, one that snorts when she laughs and wears sensible shoes instead of heels.