I've gone outside, shouted "Yuck! It's so humid!" so many times I've lost count, then gone back inside where the air is on and I'm much happier.
I've stared at my to-do list, and then set it back down. I've made a few dinners for Bud and I, and watched another episode of True Blood.
I've taken my niece and nephew to the bookstore, and watched my nephew play the bongos for fun during a kid's event. He refused to sing with the karaoke machine. He can't sing when people are watching. My niece, however, has no problem singing and belted out a few tunes.
He did, however, sing along to the Bee Gees in a women's clothing store and play air guitar. I think it was the Cherry Pepsi he'd inhaled about an hour before. It finally hit his system. If only I had a video recorder! I've got to figure out how to do more than answer my cell phone. I know there are many hidden thingies on it, I just have no clue how to use them.
Now I'm home again, sleepy from a mexican food lunch, and listening to a storm whip up outside. Tomorrow is Tuesday. I am making plans to actually accomplish something tomorrow. I'm not sure what, though.
After all, tomorrow is another day...