I'm here. Melting into a pile of jelly in the heat. In Michigan, it's not the heat, it's the humidity. How true! It's so humid you can see it in the air. I got over a mile from home with Cheech and Chong (Lily and Moira) and suddenly felt very tired. The shortest way home would have been through the woods, but the bugs would have been terrible, plus I worry about missing my trail when it's dusk, so we had to come home the long way. I have no desire to spend the night in the Manistee Nat'l Forest. Oh, well, L & M enjoyed the lake and I survived. It is refreshing to sit at the lakeshore for a while.
My scales must be broken. The needle never moves. I've been working outside and not overeating and usually that will drop a few pounds, but not this time. I know I don't drink enough when I'm outside this much. I'm not giving up.