It is nasty hot outside

It is nasty hot outside this morning. The humidity is such that it is hard to breathe, leaving me feeling suffocated by the thick and heavy air.
I walked into the office, and though the air is clearer in here, the feeling of just being stifled didn’t go away. I am frustrated with work, and with tasks that are assigned to me but that I just don’t understand. I lament not getting anything new to work on, and yet I can’t seem to get anything done on my current projects. No wonder they don’t want to assign me to anything else.
Last night I picked up Irwin from the airport, and since Debbie and I didn’t go kayaking, I ended up sitting with him at the beach club watching the sailboat races and then, once Becca finished, going out to dinner with them at Mely’s. It was a good night, but I’m in a weird mood, and when I got home just after 9:00, I was desperate for a run.
Let’s just say that running after dinner at Mely’s and one of their famously strong margaritas was not the best idea I’ve ever had. I made it through 5 kilometers, but slowly, and with much stomach discomfort.