In any case, it boiled down to "it's FREAKING HOT," and I had a small bout of heat stroke this morning (easily taken care of with water and laying down in front of a fan for a while). But we kept on going, running out to pick up the shed Barb bought and bringing it home (we had to rent a truck at Home Depot to get it home - this was why we tried to keep a truck, although one can say that a one-hour rental for $20 was much better than a delivery charge of $100), unloading it, and then going back to Barb's Mom's place to continue packing cookbooks. We packed up more than 30 boxes and there's still cookbooks on the shelves. I need to get more boxes home from work - I already depleted our store, but we'll see if I can get some more.
The candles in the Room Where Christmas Went to Die melted in the heat. Beautiful hand-made candles from Italy, now so much junk. *sigh* At least I rescued one of them and brought it home to cooler air conditioning (we had turned up the air in the old place, since no one's using it - and the room we set aside for the Christmas stuff was the old carport, and doesn't have a direct vent of its own).
Had my physical this week, and all readings came back 100% perfect - blood levels, blood pressure, cholesterol, all good. Everything good except my weight, which is giving me grief. I may have to give up sugar, but that's the one thing left I HAVEN'T given up from all the lists of "things you should never eat." :P
And yet, I get heat stroke at the drop of a hat and I'm freaking exhausted. Go figure.