It’s too hot. Too hot to do anything. Too hot to write anything. Too hot to get anything done. Too hot to be creative. Too hot to think. I’m numb with hottness.

That didn’t come out right.

The point is, my super powers are at less than half power on a day like today. I am worse than sloth. Sloth sped right by me today. I hid in the darkest, coolest room in the house all day, my bedroom, drank orange juice out of frozen mugs and read. And I literally lost the day to a book. It was 10 when I started to read and then, all of the sudden, it was 4 pm. Like…. THAT!

But I just ate a popsicle, and it revived me momentarily. I think I know what I will use for a Then and Now tomorrow.