I know it sounds crazy, especially to those of you in Rochester, where it SNOWED today. But the humidity here in Tampa started about a week ago. A tiny respite today.

And while, unlike you northern Californians, air-conditioning is standard here, it is NOT standad in the boxing gym.

What a shame that I should get attached to a great cardio workout, only to be forced to abandon it for the very long humid season here.

“Ah,” said my boxing instructor today, when I told him to count me out when the humidity hits for real, “but an “A” student would work out any way.”

“I am perfectly happy being a mediocre student and not passing out from the heat and middle age,” I sparred.

Since Savannah, I’ve been sporadic with working out. So today I boxed and then did 45 minutes of Pilates class. I’m still not feeling 100%.

Tonight’s a spur-of-the-moment party at a laid-off editor’s house. I offered to bring something for dinner and in return to “being good,” I steamed broccoli til tender and then will squeeze some fresh lemon on top before serving.

Spartan, but we get to feel self-righteous about dinner.

I considered that good asparagus with smoked salmon or prosciutto, but they’re only selling skinny asparagus at the store these days. And I want those fat, meaty spears.

My weekend is interesting, because I don’t feel the pull of conflicting priorities. The entire week stretches out ahead, without a “job” to go to. I don’t feel that I have to do every errand under the sun on Saturday. I can do some on Monday.

Or Tuesday. Or Wednesday. My deadlines are self-imposed. It’s a very noticeable shift in my stress level.

There’s a contemporary Christian hymn I hear a lot at various services. It goes “God is good, all the time, all the time, God is good.”

Oh yeah. God is GOOD. And don’t I appreciate it!