As in the State of Virginia.
It was too dang hot to move, but I moved anyway. All over the golf course. And I'm paying for it dearly today.
We golfed at 8:30am Tuesday and walked off the course at 1:00pm. At 1:00pm the temperature was close to 95 degrees with the same humidity as a glass of water.
I didn't realize I had semi-cooked myself until later that afternoon. Luckily I was still able to make it to my basket weaving class.
More on basket weaving later. It was sooooo Dirty Dancing. I half expected to meet a rebellious dance instructor that I would later on have a tawdry love affair with that my father would not approve of. I doubt Corey would have been thrilled either.
I'm not sunburned. Not even close actually. I might have gotten enough of a tan to earn the distinction of second palest person this side of the Mason-Dixon.
I just got too hot.
When Corey and I left the condo for home yesterday morning I was still a slow moving nauseous grouch.
When Corey and I arrived home eight hours later I was a slow moving nauseous grouch with a headache.
And this morning as I pulled myself out of bed I was a slow moving hungry nauseous grouch.
I am assuming this will go away.
I am hoping this will go away....
See ya when I'm back to 98.6.