It's 8:30 a.m. and already it's hella-hot up in this apartment. I suppose we can thank the amazing new roof for that, but christ on a crutch, I shouldn't be this sweaty this early in the day! It's already 80 (feels like 84) and projected to go into the 90s today. It's like NY finally realized it's June and is making up for lost time (see also: May).

On Saturday, MB and I were supposed to go up to the farm. It never happened. MB first went to help JC out for a bit in the morning. I don't remember what I did, but I'm sure it involved sleeping in. When MB got home, we both sacked out on the couch under the ceiling fan. I only napped about an hour, where MB stayed unconscious for the better part of five hours. I wiggled my way out from under his tree trunk legs and did a little writing, watched tv, and cleaned off an end table.

Poor MB has been right out straight and while I'm trying my best to be understanding and all that, I have my immature moments more often than I'd like (see also: early last week). He's averaging about 60 hours a week and is stubborn enough bound and determined to do all the work on the farm himself. It would help a little if his mom would do stuff during the week to help out instead of sit around smoking and reading. I'm continuously recruited to help and I'm feeling a little resentful because it's a large order. I whined and stamped my feet enough that I've been relegated to the riding lawn mower.

I love that MB has such a devotion to his mom and to maintaining the farm and all, but he needed Saturday. He needed the day to say fuck it to all his responsibilities (real and imagined) and take time for himself. He knows he's taking on too much and needs a break, but knows too that he can't get that break unless his mom steps up and does some of the work when we're not there. With just over a month until the party, it's going to be a rough road for us. Like I told Mom C a couple weeks ago, I love that he wants everything to be ready, but I don't want to be resentful of coming up to the farm. I go up already at least once a week. I don't want to see the farm as a place I dread going.

We did end up going to the farm late yesterday. Thankfully, Mother Nature was being helpful and rained a bit so that doing anything outside was pointless. Instead we played Brew-opoly -- think Monopoly with beer... score! In his usual fashion, MB trounced us soundly -- I technically left the game early, but Mom C and MB took pity on me and gave me all kinds of breaks and such so that I could play too (such as not having to pay rent on 3/4 of MB's properties, for example). MB did eventually take a few laps with the brush hog, but by then it was getting late. Mom C prolonged making dinner until the last gasp as per usual, so we didn't leave until almost 11. MB's supposed to go up today and he said something this morning about bailing on that in favor of a nap. I guess Saturday's showed him the joys of sacking out on the couch.

I had dreams about sleeping in until at least 9 this morning but whomever is responsible for the jackhammering outside effectively ruined that. Guess it's time to go be productive. I really want to use my hair straightener today, but the ambient temperature in here is basically that of a sweaty nutsack, so I'm thinking frazzled humid hair will suffice for another day.

Happy for the heat but secretly loathing it too,

Ter

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