La! I may faint!

Right. Everyone who left the heat running? You're fired.

Shit, it's hot out.

Not, that, really, in the entire scheme of things, it's really that warm outside right now. On a scale of Pink Cheeks to Pouring Sweat, it barely rates a Light Sheen, and most of that due to the lunchtime workout, but still.

I'd like to register a protest. I need proper notification of these things - it was pissing down rain just the other day. Now I'm stuck in heavy winter pants and my thighs are sweating - and not in a good way! I haven't even seen a picture of Ewan in a kilt this past week, and I'm overheated.

Except...

I think they're opening the pool at my condo this weekend. Hmm.

In other news, I've added weights back to my workout, and my arms are shameful little noodles, my right elbow hates the seated row, and my back and abs are stronger than I thought.

Cravings

I really need to stop by Trader Joes tonight, as I know I won't bother when I'm up at the UDistrict tomorrow for the Farmer's Market (hey! full bag!) but right now all I want is ice cream.

And not just good french vanilla ice cream with real vanillay bits floating around, though that might be nice - bland ice milk dipped in the hard coating, straight from Dairy Queen. Ooh! Or one of those slushy-float things, with bright red cherry shushy and the big glod og ice cream to eat down to the cup bottom before it all melts and gets icky.

Or I could get some Skinny Cows at Safeway and eat half before I get home.