it's...so...hot...

Wake up to the sound of jackhammers a block away (thought I left construction behind in Toronto for 2 months), shower, sweat, try to find something that won't make me instantly hot, walk out the back door, sweat, get on my bike, pedal down the alleyway to duluth, sweat, make it to work, eat an apple, now it's too cold, put on a sweater, head downstairs to make boxes all day, lunchtime, go outside, sweat, eat at the japanese joint around the corner (a bowl full of rice, chicken and tastiness), back to the basement to make boxes, freeze, leave work, grocery store, bike home, sweat, get home, open all the windows and back door, start some laundry, get in the shower, scrub my birkenstocks (before and after pictures will be posted later, apparently scrubbing birks is a bad idea but they were disgusting), watch some "modern family", thunderstorm watching, sit on the back porch and read/write/drink wine, cook some dinner, talk to kyle, type this thing up, post some pictures from today...