Early in the Morning, Clock Says Half-Past One, I Have No Sunglasses as I Step into the Sun

Man, I wish I hadn't used "It's all heat in this day and age" so few posts ago...

Here was today's weather forecast as reported by the Accuweather extension on my Firefox browser:
Well... Isn't Blogger.com being retarded today. There should be an image here, but I don't have the 30 minutes it's going to take to upload it.
Normally the image for the daily forecast is a little coud, or a sun, some sun and clouds, some rain, maybe a lightning bolt. Today's was a fucking thermometer exploding. I couldn't see it at first. I thought it was some sort of hellish demon, so I clicked on it and was taken directly to the Accuweather site, which replaced it with the word HOT in bold red letters on a background of diferent shades of red. It was ridiculous.

It was hot like this yesterday too, but I didn't notice. For all the complaining that the patrons do, the pool is a very cool place to be when the outside gets hot. We don't usually rise above 27C, which is uncomfortable when it's a high teens to low 20s day outside. But yesterday, even with 85% humidity on the deck, we stayed very cool, and I couldn't figure out what the fuss was about. Until I got outside. At 3pm it was still blazingly hot, and I biked over to my private lesson to teach outside. I was definately getting in the water.

After that I biked over to Carl's and found himself, Ellen (Why do I still link to you, oh post-less ones?), Blake, and Alex relaxing in front of the television and painting Warhammer 40K stuff. I tried to get into it, but ended up being engulfed by the massive feeling of overtiredness in that room. I was consumed, and fell onto the couch for at least an hour before I could move again. Then I, literally, sat up, cut out a couple of the parts for my next brilliant creations, and lay back down without even getting a brush or paints out.

I stuck around Carl's until 10. It was just way too air-conditioned for me to leave. Also, Tibby made me dinner.

However, upon walking onto the lawn and around the back of the house, I discovered my bicycle to be missing. The lock was there on the ground (I hadnt locked it up, it was down the side of Carl's house. CARL'S HOUSE, for god's sake) but the bike was nowhere to be found. This angered me a little bit, but there's nothing I can do. The thing that really pisses me off is that mine had to be the first bike stolen from Carl's, and that it had to be my new bike this summer. I haven't had that thing for 2 months, so I paid $150/month to be able to ride to work. I could have taken taxis all over the city (or paid almost a full month of rent, or eaten for a few months) for that price. Is it worth looking for? Maybe. It's nice enough that if it was picked up by some dumbass who didn't want to talk the rest of the way to where he was going, I might be able to find it at a pawnshop somewhere. However, given that it happened at Carl's, and that it must have happened in broad daylight (black bike near the rear of the house), it was probably a professional (god how pathetic do you have to be?) theft and it's now on it's way to London or Kitchener to be re-sold. Carl loaned me a bike, but I don't know when he's going to want it back.

Today I was awoken at 8:30 by my father breaking apart some wood. He thought it was going to rain, it's complicated... It was fucking loud, that's the point.

I got back up at 10:30, made myself kraft dinner, and went to work to mow the lawn at noon. Was that a dumb idea? Of course. But I'm supposed to mow it, and I have to do real work at the pool at 3, so I wanted to get it out of the way and have Thursday and Friday completely off. So I tried to mow the lawn. It's about a 3 hour job, so I figured it would time out perfectly. I was only there for an hour, and it was like hell on earth.

1) The mower is broken: The handle is coming loose, so it's murder to turn the thing, and almost as difficult to raise up the front and shake loose the grass buildup on the inside

2) I haven't mowed in 2 weeks. The maintainence lady is on holiday. She got me to mow it before she left, and then told me not to mow it the week after because she was sure it wouldn't need it. It did, and now it's been another whole week and it's a complete bitch to mow through. I'm probably going to use one-and-a-half tanks of gas on the mower, which will also be oh-so-fun. This also probably means that I'm looking at more like 4 hours of work.

3) I took 3 water breaks, stopped twice to talk with passers by, and was generously given 2 popsicles by a nice old lady who comes in for senior swim every day. I probably toook in about 3 litres of water in that hour, and I still couldn't handle it.

So I gave up. I'll probably get some more of it done tonight after work, but I doubt it'll be light long enough for me to finish, so I'll be coming back at it tomorrow after I finish being handy at Geoff's place.

For now, I must go guard camp swim. Oh yeah, something really funny happened yesterday at camp swim yesterday. I'll try and write about it tonight or tomorrow after I'm done lawning and handying.

Later. Drink lots of water. I still haven't pissed after drinking all of that.