I know this will sound crazy, and I know most of the country will mock me mercilessly, but PLEASE come back to Arizona. I miss you terribly. I haven't been able to so much as put on a coat in nearly three years. I have a half-dozen of them. I had to travel north to even get to wear the fancy faux-mink I bought from nutmeg3, so even that's only been worn once. Last year we left town just as you arrived, but by the time we got back, you were already gone. It's been in the mid-to-upper 80's for weeks. I'm still throwing off the blankets at night.
I know, I know, I know, everyone else has the "Polar Vortex." My condolences. We have heat and high pressure.
The minute I finished the prescription pain meds, my hip started hurting again, and the arm NEVER stopped. I try to exercise, but MY HIP HURTS. Plus, it's hot and I'm lazy. (And fat, since I never go work out like I should. I went twice last week.) I at the very least walk every day (mostly). There was a "Get Fit" walk this morning at work and I did three laps, which seems to have aggravated my hip, damn it. So I was trying to stretch it out this afternoon with a little light yoga and Churro attacked my hair and BIT MY HEAD. The hair hanging down appears to have attracted him.
18,423 words. I thought of an actual plot/story to this rambling I'm doing, but my brain jumped right to the ending. I need something for the middle.
We saw this at the park on Sunday morning: