Yes, I'm a Whine Person

Spent the afternoon yesterday working in the yard (which I abhor) with Randy (whom I adore) and ended up with a pretty nifty sunburn for my trouble. Heat index over a hundred, temperatures in the mid-nineties -- screw that. Some people dig that sort of thing, but I, who am not shaped for sportive tricks, I hates it. Sweaty and grimey and paranoid about our rampant poison-ivy. Nuts to that.

So I'm burnt and I don't like to go outside even to turn on the hose that waters the garden. (I'm grateful that we've an old-school mail slot in the wall that keeps me from having to walk to the mailbox and back -- I sweat like Moses Malone all summer long, always have) And tomorrow, they day I was supposed to eat sushi with Tara, the powers that be @ work have announced a "Team Building" event. ("Team Building" being defined as "stuff they make us department heads do on our days off to boost morale. Make sense to you? Me neither; anyway...) Meaning that I'll spend my day off canoeing. I enjoy canoeing as much as the next guy (as long as the next guy isn't some kind of crazy canoe-loving freakazoid) but tomorrow is supposed to be hotter and more humid (heat index up toward one-ten and temps approaching ninety-eight, and I'd much rather be eating sushi and reading Harry Potter.

And I'm already sunburnt.