Too hot to-do

Last night I made a well-intentioned to-do list of things I wanted to accomplish today. If I'd started on it early enough, I might have made some progress, but it got hot well before noon. Then it was like a dusty cocoon descended over the day, trapping me in a semi-comatose state. I do not handle the heat well. I drowse, I complain, I can't do much except sit in front of a fan. 

I still have the list. It has become tomorrow's list. Isn't there a song about tomorrow never coming?