It is on us. So many of us.
Heat index of 106 today. That is not good coupled with the unbearably high humidity. And days and days of it to come.
Not much more than that going on. Except the fan.
The rambutan (new at the market and obviously not local) rinds gave up some color overnight. Just to see. Ok.
A little stitching with sweaty fingers. Nine seems to be vaporizing. Along with my ability to hold a needle.
Because I am back to this. This time I cannot even hold a pencil. We all have that something to keep us grateful for everything else. This will be mine. The arthritis is managed with diet and exercise. It is always there to remind me. Things get out of balance easily. Of course housework is also out of the picture at the moment. That's a plus. Floating. We'll float. You with me? A slow flow. Flowing rhymes with going.