Not feelin’ so hot. Which is really a bummer, because it’s a gorgeous, unseasonably cool (for Minnesota in August) early evening.
My not-so-fair weather friends—a bottle of Midol and a large, padded horizontal piece of furniture topped with pillows sits near a TV, enabled with glorious, colorful animation streaming from the Cartoon Network satellites—and they beckon to me from the bedroom.
The ladies will understand.
I must away. Just for awhile.