Work. Holy shit. Enough said. I'm not going to go into detail of the variety and quantity and urgency and WTF-ery of the ridiculous onslaught I dealt with today, and will deal with tomorrow, and on and on, ad infinitum.
But it's summer, and the sky stays light until nearly 8 p.m. And we aren't getting the afternoon rains we could set our watches by, as we should be getting during the rainy season to replenish the aquifer, and it's consistently running hotter than average already this summer (but there ain't no such thing as climate change, nuh-uh). So, I come home from work and it's hot and stifling and there is no rumbling in the sky to bring relief. I can swim after work.
Today was so crazy, by 4:30 p.m. my new boss (we are still not official about this, but we assume we are "the department" now) asked me questions about one of our many WTFs, and I had to take a few beats to organize my mind to answer coherently. I am truly on overload.
So tonight, I got home at nearly 6:30, walked and fed the dogs, and then I changed into my grandma bathing suit and went to the pool. I had the pool entirely to myself; it's usually empty in the evening.
If you picture me getting into the pool and swimming vigorous laps to work off my stress, oh, hell no. I'm way too tired for that. That is now how I use water to decompress. I just spent a lovely half hour floating around, treading water like a contented duck paddling in place. I love to float on my back and watch the sky, and listen to my own breath, and turn the pool into a form of meditation. I could have stayed there all night, but it was getting dark and the mosquitoes would be mobilizing, and I hadn't eaten yet, so I forced myself to get out, but damn, this has to become part of my evening, until it's cool enough to walk again.