Every time I step one foot outside I think Charlie Daniels Band will be waiting to fiddle me the song "The Devil Went Down to Georgia"...unfortunately the devil is stuck in Saint Louis; although I am wishing him down to Georgia, or down to anywhere but here. Oppressive heat suffocates us here. Gatorade is replacing milk at meals. Pool water that is suppose to fell refreshing is more kin to bath water. And the dog has canceled her summer track season. Now you know it is hot when Uli chooses to lay all day on the ceramic tile floor of the "red room" opposed to kicking up dirt while sprinting the yard.
Hot I tell you. Hot!
All this heat drags a person. While I am getting things completed, I am not getting everything completed. That means one thing: rushing around in the days to come. I am churning the wash machine as fast I can. I have a few floors yet to mop and toilets to scrub. In between I run this kid here and that kid there. All the while an alarm clock ticks in my head reminding me I'm on a time line.
The alarm clock is set to go off on Saturday morning at 9am. I can hardly wait!