First off, thanks to Alice, whose advice helped me fix the paragraph problem in Blogger. Apparently, I had no idea that I was publishing with an "old" editing format. Why it suddenly began giving me troubles, I don't know. As far as I'm concerned, little elves are working cogs inside my computer -- that's about the extent of my comprehension of technology -- so when something goes haywire, I just assume they're drunk.
In other news, the post I had been attempting to post was about the world's most boring, but most universally acceptable, subject: the weather.
It seems that here in South Florida, we went from "spring" to "summer" in the past few days, and even though the timing of this here in the sub-tropics is typical, it seemed to be sudden this year: One day, it was a temperate 72 degrees with moderate humidity, and then, bam! 90F, 80% humidity, and a dew point of 71 degrees.
All I can think right now as I slog through our morning walks is "Thank god I'm not running right now!" I know, I know, I should be crying my eyes out everyday that I'm sitting the bench in my 3rd trimester, but actually, given the fact that lugging my Titanic heft through a daily walk induces sweating and moderate swelling, I can't imagine the sweating and swelling that would be going on if I were running this daily distance. I'm not pleased with the change in weather (although, it does make for good beach, pool and water park weather); our "winter" in South Florida is really one of the most desirable elements of living here, so when those lovely conditions begin to dissolve into what will be the next 6 months of heat and humidity, I know I'll adjust, but I'm not happy about it.
I'm trying not to think about how the timing of my intended return to running after the baby is born will be the height of summer. However, I do have a history of beginning running endeavors (the start of my initial 21 day challenge, marathon training, last year's 100 day streak) in the midst of summer, so I'm sure I'll kickass no matter what. Still, running would be more enticing if, say, Caleb's due date were, oh, December.