The results of wearing the most un comfortable bra I own. July! The month were the house starts to kill me in the manner of a slow cook oven. My space is constantly stuffy. Even with the windows open and the fans going. Heat rashes adorn my hand and feet like awful henna designs. It's been hard to sleep. It's been hard to not get depressed. It's been hard to concentrate. Fortunately, I won't be stuck in here for the whole summer! At the end of this month there is a trip to Mexico City lined up. It's part work related, part mental health booster. Because I am losing my mind, thanks for asking. I am happy to get out. I would be thrilled to get out except there is as yet a pandemic drifting through the air. Still drifting through the air. Mutating as it goes. Sure, sure I got my vaccine, but there is a little fact that keeps slipping people's minds: VACCINES ARE NOT A CURE ALL. I can still get sick even if I have been vaccinated. My CHANCES of not getti