it puts the lotion in the basket

Chaucer is going nuts next to the patio doors. There’s a fledgling mourning dove hanging out beside the patio. It has absolutely no fear of humans.

Good morning, it’s Sunday.

Coffee #2 has been brewed.

For all the bitching I do about the heat, and how it prevents me from spinning poi, this is my favorite weather to spin in. I absolutely love the heat. I loved working out in the heat, but there is nothing better to me than a sweaty bit o’ spin time in the front yard.

We’re sticking around inside the house I think. It’s too damned hot to do anything else. Mom brought a little dish of water out for the dove, as we’re not sure it can fly up to one of the bird baths. I’ve heard grumblings and threats that we’re going to the Compound to swim in their pool.

I don’t want to swim in their pool. I haven’t shaved in over a week.