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We are about 4 days from take-off for Cabo and I’m starting to get a wee bit excited.  In my spare time at work, I’m trying to compile a good playlist for the beach.  If I get it done in time, I’ll share.  In the mean time I thought I’d share my two most favorite albums for beach napping. 

There comes a point when you’re so relaxed laying in the sun, that you begin dozing in and out of conciousness and maybe even begin to drool a little.  It’s like the best nap ever, even if it is a little embarrassing.  I usually can only reach this state of euphoria when I’m listening to music.  And time and time again, I’ve road tested these two albums while laying out.  They are my most favorite.  Try them.

Dave Matthews & Tim Reynolds – “Live at Luther College”

Eric Clapton – “Unplugged”

It is only the 7th of June and I seriously am not sure I’ll make it through August. I’m hot all the time. I walk two blocks to the post office at 8pm and start sweating. I hard boil some eggs on the stove and I’ve got a hot flash the rest of the night. Every single fan in my apartment is on full speed. My thermostat is set on 60 and the actual temp is 80 (can’t wait for that electric bill). I can’t sit on the coach with a laptop or Rocky on my lap for more than 5 minutes without overheating. In the words of Bananarama, it’s going to be a cruel, cruel summer.

Last night was really the peak of my uncomfortableness. I went to bed on time. But, I was hot. And as of late, my ceiling fan has started making this clink-clink-clink noise that has no rhythm. Sometimes, it’s clink……clinkclink..clink……….. clinkclinkclink. Other times, it’s clinkCLINKCLINK…. clink ……………………………………………………………………………………… (just when I think it might stop)…clink. I think if it had a rhythm I could deal with it and still fall asleep. But, the randomness of the clinks keeps me awake. For fear of how unimaginably hot I’d be without the fan, I kept it on. After about 30 minutes of not falling asleep, I decided to turn the TV on to see if that background noise could trump the clinking noise. Nope. Then I decided to go balls to the wall and just turn the fan off. After another 30 minutes of not falling asleep, I couldn’t take it anymore. I dug up the only portable fan I have, which is about the size of a kitchen clock, and I stuck it on my nightstand 6 inches from my face. I finally got comfortable, but the loudness of that fan kept me wrestling all night. Of course, when my alarm goes off at 5:30 this morning, my apartment feels like a meat locker.

As a side note, I think I’m done running outside until Fall. I keep trying but can only go about 30 minutes. And I don’t enjoy it. So, I went to the gym this morning. I came back and was still hot, so of course I began overheating again when I was cookin’ my breakfast. I grabbed the baby fan from my bedroom and took it into the kitchen with me while I cooked. I then took it into the living room with me while I ate, and then to the bathroom while I got ready. Totally inefficient. I’m planning to drop about 100 bones tonight at Target on some sweet new fans. That seems like a lot of money, but this is a matter of survival.

P.S. I realize heat exhaustion is a rather lame comeback blog post. We all gotta start somewhere.