It's been brought to my attention, in the past, that I'm very warm and cuddly. This often includes that fact that - regardless of frigid temperatures in the outdoors - my hands remain very warm. Now, I'd love to claim that I have some kind of mystic Solar Hands, but really I think that I've just got a built enough upper body to keep the warm blood flowing.
It's great when it's -20C outside and I have to wander around or do some kind of chore. It isn't when it's 30C and humid out.
The summer is always the worst time of year for me. I sweat, I'm tired, and I'm burning hot enough to scorch my bed. This one is quickly proving to be no different, offering a course of heat-related insomnia, sweat-soaked bedding and an upstairs that is 10 degrees hotter than the downstairs - oh thank God I live downstairs.
Today was a very slow day. It's too hot for time to move any faster, nor for me to do anything interesting. We'll see what tomorrow brings. Goodnight all.
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