Starting off the day with incredible blue skies and low humidity, as rare as hen's teeth in these Southern parts of the United States.
The Mr. takes on the task of washing the house today, no small feat I can tell you.
Norseman's blood runs through my veins, after the temperature rises above 80 degrees I'm wilted like a head of week-old lettuce.
The best I can do is be the cold-water runner, when I spot the worker flailing.
*Sigh*
*Sigh*
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