Truth: That isn't going to happen.
I have brought a fan to sit beside the desk when I come in. It’s become my best friend these days.
I have a big all weather, on a stand, outdoor fan. It is so hot here, even with that big fan, I can't stand it. Inside, there is a ceiling fan close to my chair and anytime I go out, I'm under that fan when I come in.
Ha, I know. I don’t sleep well so am up early but I still have to talk myself into getting out there. Of course, I’m happy once I’m out the door but it’s the getting there that’s the problem. All it takes for the slobber buckets to get out there is to say, “It’s time to go to the garden” and poof, they’re there.
Wakey, wakey! Just came in from the garden and got a cup of coffee and turned on the fan. Whew, temps in the low 80s and I’m sweating just from hand watering for 20 minutes. That’s all I’m doing because the weekend neighbors are here and I just have a thing about digging around with my rear end in the air while they’re here so the weeds are spared until Monday.
Looks like deer decided last night that a couple of tomatoes needed their tops trimmed. Every day it’s something.