It’s hot, it’s humid, and I have to work, work, work. Which stinks.
But really, 89 degree heat index at 10:30 pm? Yeah, that means the temp is actually 82 degrees, but with the 78% humidity, it feels like 89 degrees. At 10:30 PM.
Oh, boy, are the utility companies loving this.
Aren’t these two the epitome of a lazy Sunday afternoon? They were hanging around outside our front door, just doing nothing.
It was sort of warm, and I just looked up at them and chatted with them a while. Neither of them had the manners to chat back, but I do believe if I had heard them chatting back, I would have gone back inside the house and taken my temperature.
So who exactly is being squirrely around here after all?
Heh, heh.
I had a great time with my sister! It didn’t seem like too long of a drive to get there, once I got past the stinkin’ road construction that was right in my own area.
Here’s Felix on a walk. Kristal says her neighbors had plenty to say about cats on a leash. Hard to believe there’s a woods right there by my sister’s place in the Chicago suburbs, but the cats sure love to on walks in the woods.
We made a trip to Woodfield Mall and found some fabulous deals, and then had to stop for a treat.
Mmmmm…. Coldstone Creamery! Notice the nice big bag with the big SALE on the side? Woohoo, the deals we found!
Saturday evening was the swap party. Kristal got the idea from a magazine; those invited brought a few things they no longer wanted but that were in good shape, and everyone swapped! It was great fun.
On Sunday, Kristal introduced me to a great place; Geneva. Lots of interesting little shops and restaurants, however, there isn’t much open on Sunday mornings! Since I had to be heading home Sunday afternoon, that was the only time we could go, though. I’ll have to go back when more things are open!
Since then I’ve been working nonstop. It’s camp season, and this is my busiest time of year, doing camp registrations. Things won’t slow down until August.
I’ve made a road trip to my sister’s place. I’m hoping I can do a bit of exploring while I’m up north, but I have a website that I MUST work on and try to finish while I have the time before I can do any playing. Thankfully I have most of the pages done, so while my sister is working, I might be able to pop over to this great shopping area she told me about for a bit.
Photos will follow if I get some!
When the doctor told me he was sending to Physical Therapy for my shoulder, I envisioned myself doing shoulder exercises.
I didn’t think it would be particularly fun, but I didn’t really know what I was in for, either. At first, they had me do some simple stretches, and then hooked me up to a machine that electronically stimulates the muscle and then releases. I had a nice warming towel on my shoulder while that was going on, and it was really kind of relaxing and nice and comfy.
But then…
I got the massage. From a nice young man, who is about 6′4″ and could probably play pro football. He was determined to make the terribly tight muscles in my shoulder and neck all loose and compliant. He told me at the beginning to let him know if it was ever too much. I finally had to let him know once, and later the next day, I found a bruise in that area.
I’ve had Swedish massages in the past, but let me tell you; this is no Swedish massage. He told me it wasn’t meant to be, either. He said I should feel like I’ve had a workout when he gets done.
Yep, I do.
I feel like I’ve been worked into a pretzel! But, he’s right, my neck and should do feel better and more relaxed when he’s done.
But, oy! When it’s happening, it’s not so fun!
