It is hot. I have said it before, and I say it again. It is hot.
I have a lot of backlog work and am bored. I need a break from editing. I have a week’s editing work left. Need to get on to original writing. Writing withdrawal.
I wanted to rest my back on the cool red-oxide cement floor of my living room for a few minutes post lunch, and fell asleep. Not a good idea when there is a lot of backlog work and I have plans to go to the gym.
I skipped the gym today because of the previous point. I am not happy with myself about it.
I had a rather large glass of amazing rose-milkshake this morning. This brand of rose milkshake has been sold every summer for the past thirty five years (that I remember) by a milk shop near my childhood home. I had to visit dad today for some chores, and couldn’t resist it.
I am marginally lactose intolerant. That completes the previous point.
The rose milk also has a ton of sugar in it. This negates the point three steps up.
My sil who visited me brought me a large box of Honey Nut Cheerios. As a grad student in US, I had honey nut cheerios for breakfast, lunch, dinner, midnight snacks and all in between. I avoid going to the kitchen because every time I go there, I pop a fistful of it into my mouth. This negates the point four steps up as well.
I am craving for honey nut cheerios as I type this out.
It is hot. I wish it would rain. I wish I wish.