Half of what I say is meaningless

I am about to walk nearly three miles to my studio (because bus service on Sunday suuuuuuucks) in 80ish degree weather and one of my feet hates me (I must have pulled a muscle in the top of it somehow). Also will be carrying backpack full of nice dress slacks what don't fit me anymore so that the lovely MKC can have them. Will wear sunscreen (wonder if I have a hat somewhere?). Will bring water. Will try not to walk as fast as I normally do. Will probably not succeed. I am horrible at walking slowly in the heat the way normal people do.

I already want it to be autumn. Or at the very least September.