Wandering Along the Path: Right Speech

My husband and I traipsed around a reservoir this morning, but we didn't get there early enough, and it was through the tunnel, which is like following the road to Oz. The climate is completely different, and it was twenty degrees hotter there. Did we bring water? Of course not. Did I sweat? It was like I'd taken a shower: my hair was soaking, my straw hat, sweat was rolling down the back of my shirt, and I had on black denim jeans that fit snugly, so that my legs felt like they were being sauted in hot sauce. We usually don't stop the two plus miles around, but today I stopped three or four times. I thought of collapsing, but didn't want an ambulance to come and embarass me. When we returned home I had a long tall glass of ice water, and couldn't even have any lunch for a while. I had suggested we walk around the neighborhood, but was persuaded to do the reservoir without considering we did not get an early start and not asking if my husband had checked the weather. I won't do that again. We did see some pelicans, and now that I've survived the ordeal, and had lunch, and cooled off, I can laugh about it. But during the walk I was not amused.