Don’t Make The Weather Gods Angry…
...You Won’t Like Them When They Are Angry.
I’m convinced. The Weather Gods decided to screw with me today. I awoke to a hot, humid, rainy morning. Not too conducive to power walking.
Not a problem. I spent the morning with one of the dogs at the vet for some allergy meds. “I’ll walk after the vet visit.” Or so I thought.
While at the vet the sun teased me, shinning ever so brightly. I hurried home, suited up and stepped outside. The downpour commenced.
So I kept myself busy with cleaning, hanging the new shower curtain, doing laundry – making sure to go up and down the stairs as many times as possible. I have so much pent-up energy that I don’t know what to do with myself.
I’m waiting for 6:00 pm to roll around. As I keep an eye on the weather, it’s clear I’ve lost the favor of the Weather Gods. It’s now 91 degrees out – 99 with the humidity – and I see black clouds rolling in from the west. Possibility of a thunderstorm at 6:00 pm – 70%. Sigh.
Saturday’s forecast is worse.
The Weather Gods demand a sacrifice. Perhaps I can invoke the mystical help of an ancient Mayan jaguar goddess.
Or better yet, I’ll just shell out the $7 fee and use the treadmill at the country REC center. That will teach them to mess with me!