I kind of have a love/hate relationship with Florida.

It’s bright.   It’s beautiful.    It’s warm…. it’s way to warm.    It’s like heat index 99 degrees warm with little to no wind and clouds.

Personally, I don’t really remember it being this how for this long.    It’s been going on for two weeks and doesn’t look like it’s going to stop.

The anorexic me would have loved this.  Thin-skinned enough to see blood leaking out of my veins, being out in the Florida heat was one sure way I could stop my continual shivering.  Now, I can only take it for about an hour or two before it gets to be a bit much.

Shame.

Regardless, I’ve done a lot outside.  Despite the dying grass, the yard looks pretty good.
I’ve raked, weeded, swept, and blew out a lot dirt and dust.  I got my clippers out and took down lots of small things that could become problematic later on.

I even had some guys out to get rid of all those carrot woods –   that’s what they called them – carrot woods – that had spent years pissing me off in the front and back yard.  They cut down branches that were hanging over electric and cable lines.    Really didn’t have the money for that, but I wanted to do it.  Hurricane season is coming up.  With a drought here, flooding in Houston, and a snowstorm in Wisconsin a couple of weeks back, I felt that it was really important to get trees taken care of.

Because losing power in a storm is bad… but waiting three weeks for it to be repaired is worse.  I’m just trying to up the odds that doesn’t happen.

If I go anywhere, I go on my bike.   This has been limited to the gym and back.   That’s only a couple of days a week so far.   I’m glad… or hope rather… that no one who knows me sees me on my bike.   I stop for suspicious sharp turns, broken concrete, and sharp sidewalk dropoffs.

I’m really timid or I think I’m timid.  I’m not afraid of getting hurt, exactly, but of breaking the bike and having to walk it a couple of miles between the house and the gym.    Thinking of that 99-degree heat, I think you understand why.

Still, I still just can’t sit here with the cat all day every day.
It’d drive me crazier then what I already am.

Class is going okay.   We’re at Week 6 out of 7.   Rough drafts are due on Saturday.
All of my stuff is caught up, but the co-teacher is horribly behind.   She told me that she’s going through a horrible divorce and someone in her family is dying.    She’s trying to raise her kids and help them through everything.

It’s kind of a mess, but she’s hanging in there but is becoming frayed around the edges.  Her half of the class is constantly contacting me for support and I can’t help them.  I’m not too sure what I can do except fully take over, which is what I want to do, but know I really shouldn’t.  She’s a week or two behind on grading.

I like this co-teach.   I’m rooting for her, but just feel bad about how everything is playing out right.

I know I should be writing more.
I have lots of ideas.    I’m just not taking time or feeling inspired to put them down.   That sucks.   I need to get over this personal wall.    I know I can be a good writer.

Think I’m going to watch Good Omens on Amazon Prime.
Anyone seen it yet?    I have much love for Pratchett and Gaiman.   The book was awesome.   I’m a little hesitant about watching the show, but I’m curious too.

Okay, bye bye