My productivity is basically determined by the weather. When the days are hot and dry or humid, almost nothing gets done. I would laze around listlessly, my mind dense and my movements slow. But I love the weather of late. The clay wind chime hanging on the porch tinkles merrily in the gentle wind that blows throughout the day. It is bright and sunny but not hot. This is the kind of day that makes me cheerful. If I am a bird, I will be chirping happy tunes all day long.
