Work like a mule, perform like a thoroughbred
It went up to 34degrees this afternoon, and we played endlessly under the sweltering heat.

Three shirts, eight hundred balls and two hours later, I walked off court, crawled into the shade of my bungalow, and curled up like a prawn ready for the shelling.

The heat had spread through my muscles and seeped into my bones.  In a faraway distance, I could feel it running a cruel course to my brain.  Disorientation, a looming fever, and yes, total heat stroke intended.

Been chugging down loads of water and loads of Umeboshi plum balls.  I hear that it's going to be 32 degrees tomorrow, and 36 the day after.  Please keep me in your prayers!