My life might have been easier if I was doing laundry right now, but I’m just so not up for physical exertion. I also skipped the AC today, which... honestly I didn’t need it, and I’ll be happier for avoiding it given that I’ll probably need it constantly for the next few days, but it’s also made me perhaps a bit sluggish. Whatever. I’ll decide I don’t care enough, and maybe after my massage tomorrow I’ll buckle down to do it -- going from one ACed space to another, you know, it shouldn’t be too bad?
I’m not sure about going to Manhattan Tuesday though; right now it’s predicted to be mid-90s, and I really shouldn’t be out for more than maybe ten minutes when it’s over 90 or so. As it is, I’m preemptively cursing the ten-minute walk to my massage tomorrow. I need it though -- the fallout of a couple missteps on my birthday testify to the depredations of aging.










