fairly good time
August 11, 2010

Well, we went to the WI State Fair yesterday, and aside from it being oppressively hot and humid, it was rather a nice time. I took lots of pictures, had some fun spoiling an 11-year-old, bought a cherry pitter, drank lots of lemonade shake-ups and ate a small amount of fair food, saw the sights, walked through the barns, spent quite a while in the building with the competition results, and poured sweat in a most un-ladylike way for four solid hours, soaking completely through every single stitch I had on.

I was so red that Spouse actually got worried, and decided we'd had enough, based on my beet-red complexion. Fortunately, our young guest was also ready to call it done, so we cut out at about 1:00 pm. (Also fortunately--the kid HATES carnival rides. Yippee! Off the hook for the midway!)

The funny thing is--aside from being hideously hot, I actually felt pretty good.

I know--amazing, right? My feet weren't killing me, my hip didn't hurt, my neck didn't hurt, I didn't feel like passing out...even more amazing, I didn't feel like throwing up. Just hot. That was it.

Of course, in the tummy department, I was trying to be careful. Quite literally going with my gut, I skipped the roasted sweet corn entirely this year--it just didn't sound good. In fact, I avoided most things to eat. My total consumption was pretty reasonable for State Fair. I took two bites from Spouse's cream puff, and a tiny taste of the cheeseburger on a Krispy Kreme thing he had to try. I had a corndog, I split my Fresh Fries three ways with the guys, and limited myself to an 8-ounce apple cider. The only thing I went nuts on was the lemonade. And when you're sweating like I was, there are worse things to consume than large amounts of ice-water containing small amounts of sugar and lemon.

We got home about three, and it was dog first, shower second, Benadryl third. After which I hung out in the house, curtains drawn, air on, fans blowing. I just played on the computer. I'd had quite enough of the outdoors for one day. Can't even go swimming anyway; too hot in the daytime and too buggy at night. Going out in that steamy, still, mosquito-infested jungle at night is insane. Going out wearing only a swimsuit is suicidal.

Eventually, we called a delivery order over to Antonio's, and had dinner about 7:00. Pizza for him, a "sanguitch" (meatball bomber) for me. After dinner, more farting around on the PC and then aspirin, more Benadryl, and an extra dose of Pepcid, then beddy-bye for me. I slept like death until 4:00, got up & peed, then passed back out for another 30 minutes, waking up about 30 seconds before the alarm went off. Feeling, amazingly enough, not too bad.