In year's past, summer was my favorite month. I worked and played hard. In the last several years, that philosophy caught up with me.
Yesterday, I did several projects. I thought I'd spread them out and cooled off enough before doing the next project. I was wrong.
Today, I feel as though I've gone through a wringer washing machine. I've hydrated all day, but I still don't feel like running a race.
Below was the start of one of my projects. I scraped off flaking paint. I think it was replacing the mailbox post yesterday evening when the temps were in the mid-90s with high humidity.
Today, I've laid low. Jilda has given me a hard time today and rightfully so.
