Time: 3:07 pm
I am wearing: red yoga pants and an 11-year-old "Pinelow Park" t-shirt, with grungy hair and bare feet. I'm so gorgeous, you could barely handle it.
I am listening to: the fan, the air conditioner, and Karl (who is working on an essay here) typing.
Temperature outside: 28 Celsius, going up to 32.
How am I feeling? Well, as if it's not already unbearably hot in this house, my left shoulder is radiating heat as a result of me burning it badly. Note to self: start applying sunblock in a paranoid fashion. It would not do for me to be burnt and peely on my wedding day. Oh, and slothful.
Which of the Seven Deadly Sins am I currently committing? Sloth. When it's this hot outside, I can't help but feel like I'm a 14-year-old on summer vacation, and why should I have to do anything? I should be reading Montgomery books and wandering barefoot through my garden.
What should I be doing? Laundry and unpacking from last week. Dishes. I should clean up the living/dining room area. I should get in contact with the Bible College and see if they could move our reception to a smaller room. I should be couriering a couple of neglected invitations. I should be packing up my belongings. I should be working on German.
What have I done? I have finished reading The Blue Castle. (Have I mentioned my love of the character Barney Snaith? He makes me hug my knees for joy.) I helped Karl plan out his conclusion so that it would be less "Deus ex machina." And...that's it.
I have consumed: two pieces of pizza, a piece of Father's Day cake from Karl's family (with coffee ice cream -- don't tell the allergist), some weird Dill Pickle Doritos and a banana. Poor, lonely banana.
My daily affirmation: here
Unpleasant realisation: the Oriental Poppies, which I nicknamed "the Triffids" when I was in Grade 10 and my mother planted them in my tiny, old-worldy garden, have taken over my garden. I hadn't time to tend my old flower garden this year or last, and so the poppies that I used to faithfully uproot every year, pretending that I thought they were weeds (so large and showy for such a small garden), have taken over. They've forced my dusky pink columbines backward in the garden, and I wonder if any daisies will be allowed to grow. I think they're also interfering with the rose bush. This troubles me. Triffids.