Apparently I have set a level of expectation, and Roz was unwilling to go out for her morning constitutional until I was awake, in case another morning of steps was in order.
Decided my legs and back needed a day to recoup from the sudden uptick in physical activity, so just a half pot of coffee and a doink as I get ready for the day in the luxury of air conditioning.
The Sacred Capybara wishes the least amount of fucks upon your day.
Had an old lady say "Oh it must be nice and cool riding your motorcycle in this hot weather."
I told her it's like holding your blow dryer in your face, yeah not so much.
Carrying a white towel to throw over the seat is required also or your giblets will be par boiled.