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Monday, April 30, 2012
I hope I can get in some salubrious endorphin inducing aerobic stimulation by doing some hill hiking before any precipitation precipitates.
It is 39 degrees above freezing, already, on this Monday morning.
I've got my windows open, but am not getting a satisfying incoming cooling. The ceiling fan is spinning and that is not providing a satisfying cooling either.
Something in the air is annoying my eyes, again. A burning sensation.
Among the many things I liked about being in the desert in Arizona, last month, was nothing irritated my eyes. And I did not need any sort of spray intervention to keep my respiratory system functioning correctly.
It is now that time in the morning when I quit whining in blogging mode and go swimming where I whine quietly to myself.
Posted by Durango at 7:21 AM