This was not a bad week for working out until today.  I tweaked my back and have no idea how.  Getting old is no fun but it beats the alternative.

It has gotten hot here in inland Southern California.  Maybe not Arizona hot but days in the low 100s is hot to me. I managed to get my ass out of bed two mornings for a workout and run respectively.  One night a got a workout in when I got home from work.  I was not going to let the day pass without getting it in.

About a third of the way through I was sweating like a mofo and felt unusually hot.  I couldn’t understand why because our air conditioning was on and I wasn’t out of breath of experiencing anything else unusual.  Finished up and was sweating like a pig.

I was puzzled when youngest daughter came in my room to ask why it was so hot.  I knew the house was a little warmer than usual but we had a hot day and it was slow to cool down at night.  Then it hit me, the power company had shut off our compressors due to the local power load.  I was not on the cusp of a stroke.  Huzzah.

I’m cutting this article short because I have to find a way to loosen up my back before going out tonight.  We are celebrating my dad’s 83rd birthday and I don’t want to grimace through dinner.  Google “Sweden covid statistics” if you want to see what I otherwise would have blathered on about.

This week’s music.  And for anyone who needs it, something to make you feel good.

Speaking of umlauts, none of you commented on last week’s music choices.  So, you get them again. I can only assume MikeS is MIA and Sir Digby is asleep.  As for the rest of you, I’ll just assume you are dead inside. You can select a song that tells your local tyrant you are going to take your chances, you will fight back, or you don’t believe them.