Just got home and out of the shower a little bit ago. Missed my morning run (again), because I was trying to get crap wrapped up before work. Had to cut that short with HRP driving me bananas sufficient in advance of having to get dressed, that it was pointless. So I just left my computer on and went off to work.
Trying to get some spells of focused coding is about the only relief I get, and they're to far and few in between. Decided to take a walk after work, before even arriving. Between pacing at work and being on foot, I've walked at least 10km today. I've been in a terrible mood. At least walking, I can both be alone and have solitude when desired; being at home is as good as being alone, and periodically bitched at or tapped by someone who expects to be waited on like an invalid.
They can fry their eggs out on pavement, but they won't fry me! Weather service was saying 94F/34C with the humidity enough that it is `supposed` to feel like 99F/37C. That is skin-melting by local standards. Well suck an egg, because that's not hot. I had a thick shirt and jeans on, no hat, and rarely any shade: but you can't tell me that was 'too' hot to be walking in. Nadda. After growing up in Florida, it has REALLLY got to be smoking out before I'll take notice. Few places in the country have that intensity or worse, and those out of the states that do, well should we say also know what > 120F/~50C looks like.
Only stopped for about 5 minutes when passing through a dingy park, but otherwise kept on the move; either trying to think or trying not to. Decision day is inching ever closer.
On one positive side, my brother might make an appearance at some point in a way that may lead to some driving time; he's more interested in barrowing the few bucks I have 8=). I can't help but remember an old expression about being useless.