hermit hiding from heat

Ahhhhh air conditioning. Without it, I am a very very crabby woman.

I hate the heat. It hates me, as does the sun. Oh well.

Went out and enjoyed the band at the pub down the street (or my local as the Brits would say), no I didn't see the HH, however I did hear from him when he got up this morning, he went to a graduation party for a friend's daughter. He forgot til he got a text from another friend asking what time he was leaving. For what he couldn't remember....had to go. He's got memory issues due to previous work-related concussions. Since I've had 3, and he's had double that, I can relate unfortunately.

So....I didn't see him but it's ok. He explained. And I just figured he went home after work yesterday and died. Having a regular job is tiring :-) Yeah no kiddin'!

So my friend S said she's never seen me so happy. That I'm happy. Why I'm happy I have no idea, but I'm hoping that I find out. Wouldn't that be a blessing? Him coming back makes me happy. I know others think I'm a wuss or a pushover for allowing him back in my life after everything, however, after much discussion, it turns out alot of my assumptions were indeed incorrect.

Oops. This is what happens when my mind has no answers.

Work for 2 days, and then I'm outta here and off to Barrie for Stevie Nicks and then Toronto for Bachman Cummings. And back early Friday morning.

I never got my furniture done. I know. Bad girl. Lazy girl. Migrainey girl. Damn this weather and it looks like rain out there right now.

I really hope the whole summer isn't like this. They don't make enough drugs frankly.