When I got up this morning, I had the best of intentions. Then it turned out I'd have been better off sleeping in. By the time I made it home from my errands, I was already feeling slowed down by the heat. The more I moved around, the worse I felt, until I gave in and lay down.
So far this summer, I hadn't had to drag out the big box fan. About 2:00, as I was melting into my chair, I finally dusted it off and plugged it in. The relief was immediate, but it kept me immobile for the rest of the day. I couldn't sit at the computer without the fan, but I couldn't have it blowing papers everywhere. My filing is haphazard enough without that. As long as I can still find things (eventually) I won't mess around with the system.
I dozed off a couple of times. I tried to read, but my eyes weren't focusing. Every so often I'd turn on the TV, but I couldn't find anything worth the mental effort. The longest I stayed on one channel was The Wizard of Oz on TCM, from Munchkinland to the Cowardly Lion.
It obviously wasn't just the heat. I couldn't get to sleep last night, and I'm still trying to readjust my schedule, so I got up early again. I'm not sure the attempt is worth it. For the last couple of weeks I've been feeling more and more tired, more of the time. As much as I want to get a running start at the day, it doesn't do much good if I keep hitting the wall by noon.