Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Our pool heater is dead! Every morning I go to the pool to check on the temp and pray that they fixed it yesterday and that it is at least getting warmer, but no luck. Having a pool that feels like ice water in Florida is like - have I moved to Antartica?
Now I get to figure out another form of sweating and killing myself with harder work. Well, I could be dead...then I wouldn't have to worry about any of it!
That is not going to work either. I guess the only thing left for me is to get out there and walk. Come on legs, it's flat ground! Last night's stair climbing machine is tucked away in the exercise room and I promise not to go near that door today. Ugh!