it’s a heat wave. Not a hundred, but too far up the 90s for comfort, that’s for sure.

Chris is out this weekend doing ship business, and so I thought I would get a lot of things done. I have, but not nearly as many as I thought I would.

The heat drove me to get ice cream. I should not be eating ice cream, because it’s not good for me, and my shorts are tight from previous lack of self-control.

I lay on the couch, bowl of ice cream on my chest, eating as I watched some dumb movie that was on.

Dog sat and stared at me. Not moving, and her face about a foot from my face.

walk she was willing at me. But it was still too hot, and I had this ice cream to finish.

WALK

She was not moving.

I didn’t want to walk. But she did, and it was only me to take her.

I suppose the self-discipline came back when I finished the ice cream. We had an extra-long walk.