Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like mine? Covered in sweat and ready to slime. Don’t cha? Oh, we about to get it just a little hot and sweaty. She makes the place sizzle like a summertime cookout. I’m on the prowl for my lady, I’m on the lookout. Don’t cha know?
This is an old photo that has some new play this year. I give you its Coronavirus edition. This is my girl all decked out in her Chihuly brand spikes, like she’s wearing a corona.
Yep, it’s summer in Saint Louis. We are still walking everyday, but now that it has warmed up extra precautions are called for. This week, we have taken to carrying water in our Camelbak backpacks. Only it is mostly water in its solid form. Ice, ice, baby. In addition to hydration they also act as cooling cold packs. Helping to keep the heat at bay as we ramble around the park.
It is coolest early in the morning. So, we try to get out of the house as early as we can manage and today we managed to get out too early. We left home, before Anne had had her coffee, which kind of defeated our purposes. It was cooler, but about halfway around, we ended up sitting on a park bench. After that it was all down hill. We ended up cutting our walk short, with only about half the number of steps that we usually get. Oh well, call it a rest day. Our first in over a week.
There were a couple disquieting things about today’s walk, other than the whole pooping out thing. Two people sneezed in our vicinity. Normally, living here in the allergy capital of the world, I would paid it no mind, but you know. The first sneeze occurred as the woman was approaching us. She was masked as were we and even though she was more than six feet away, it was a little unnerving. The second time, the man was unmasked, but much further away. Still coming on the heels of the first sneeze it was a bit too much and probably contributed our loss of resolve, because shortly afterwards, we decided to turn tail and run for home.