Quite a miserable week at work. It's been hot; the air conditioner is woefully inadequate since its freon leaked and was switched for the non-CFC refrigerant now required, and the addition of a mini-fridge at the clerk end of the store hasn't helped; and I arrived on Wednesday night after my weekend to discover 8 boxes of newly delivered merchandise blocking customer access to a whole section of the store, so of course I set about labelling up the stuff and putting it out for sale ... and I wound up continuing with that task (and relabelling stuff done wrong by co-workers, gahh) for 4 of the five nights, doing at least 5 of the boxes, and not getting any breaks till the last night of my week, Sunday. So I have been sweating like a pig all night. And having some trouble sleeping in the heat after all that overheating. For added fun times, the housemate was away almost all weekend. The dogs and I managed, but that meant two short walkies each day in the heat. (I kept them short for the dogs' sakes.) And I'm sneezing from some allergy or other. And I had a dental appointment on the Saturday. Ugh. I intend to have a selfish and non-productive weekend. If necessary I will hose off the dishes in the backyard and have nothing but icecream for dinner. (Except that we have yet to do the week's grocery run. Arghhh.)
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I'm in Sac, ATM. Flew out to help a friend who broke her ankle badly, then got diagnosed with MS (so...combination damping rod for MS-news panic, and fetch-it for broken ankle.) The house I'm guesting at is a rental, and the rather tight landlady replaced the dead aircon unit with one too small to cool the house during the recent heat wave.
Now, I'm definitely cold-weather people. Shirtsleeves in twenty-above weather and all that. Naturally, as soon as the temperature tops eighty, I start to wilt and soak myself in sweat.
So...yeah. I understand, believe me. Sympathies for the heat stress. Luckily, it's supposed to be cooler, these next few days, until we fly down to San Diego for a couple, then back to Detroit.
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