ME WITH A MELTED BRAIN!
I'm in my room with a fan pointed at me. The Mac White is on a pillow because I can't have it actually touching me. I don't want anything touching me.
It's so hot I felt slightly ill this afternoon. I felt like I could barely move. Everything's slowed down to a crawl. Everything.
My horses spent the day grazing and sweating.
I took the Pug out for a walk at 7:30 and it was already hot. I kept him in the house the rest of the day so the poor little monster could breathe.
Lucy the Feral Housecat has been.... mellow.
And I've accepted that until this heatwave is over my hair is going to be wet. Could be from washing the sweat out of my hair or full of sweat, or maybe both... it's either deal with it or hack it all off. (I don't want to hack it all off!)
You know what? I'm out of ideas. Can't even remember what I thought of writing about today. I think my melted brain leaked out of my ears.
You know the air is like, THICK, right? It's like breathing yogurt.
Only not cold out of the fridge, but warm.
Yep, that's all for me tonight. I'll be here in front of the fan if you need me. Not moving.