|That's me--second from the right (on the sign!)|
It describes my current ability to function to a T. It's 105 degrees F (40.5 C) outside, with a heat index somewhere above that, the kids are bored, stuck inside and ready for school to start, and I have articles to write. I couldn't even get this post up by my usual time.
What I really want to do today is this:
|Isn't he adorable? This is the two-toed sloth|
we found near our hotel.
But what I AM going to do today is hammer away at my growing list of WIPs, pitch an idea I've been working on to a lovely editor, and put a dent in my to-do list. Then I'm going to escape to the basement with the kids to hide out until the sun goes down.
What do you do in the dog-days of summer? (And why are they called that, anyway?)