I love summer. I thrive in warm temperatures. I'm cold natured, which means if the air conditioning is working like it should, it chills me to the bone. My office building is so cold that I look forward to getting into my car at lunchtime just to thaw out. I keep a sweater in my office so I won't freeze to death.
I'm the last person you'll hear complain about the heat. You know if I'm hot, then everyone else must be miserable, and I'm telling you it's hot. Sweat-on-your-upper-lip hot. You had that figured out already, didn't you? Yeah, it takes me a while.
So I'm sitting here trying to muster up the energy to do something. Even blogging seems like a chore. I have yet to complete the Bloggy Homes Tour, and I'm behind on my regular reading and commenting. As usual, there are about a million topics zinging around in my head, but none that I'm ready to commit to a post. There are several really good discussions going on other blogs that I'm trying to keep up with, and hoping to explore a few of those further on my own blog.
I'm wondering what's up with bloglines. For some reason, I'm not getting notified of all the new posts, so if you're missing my wit and wisdom (yeah, right) in your comments, don't worry. I haven't been abducted. I'm here, just moving along at a snail's pace so as not to work up a sweat.
Did I mention that it's hot?