There's Always More Good Than Bad
It's still hot here. We seem to swing between sorta-hot-and-humid and hot-as-hell-but-dry. Friday is supposed to be the combo of hot-as-hell-and-humid and boy oh boy won't I just be the picture of joy!
Ice water and iced tea and ice cream are helpful - and by "helpful" I mean "they keep me from weeping". I've curbed most of my optional activities which means most non-essential housekeeping duties have been put on hold. If I can't wear you, eat you or you're not a part of my bathroom, I'm having as little to do with you as possible. I've done very little knitting because the heat makes me so sluggish and sleepy that I end up messing up more than I create. Reading, however, has not been curtailed in the least. I could be on the surface of the sun and still manage to read a good book.
Nights are bad. I have the windows open and a fan on but it doesn't stop the pillow from becoming a scratchy, sweaty, uncomfortable trap for my head. Turning it doesn't help. The chirping of the crickets outside my window remind me of how hot it remains overnight. If one truly can tell the temperature by how often a cricket chirps then these crickets are telling me the outside temperature is somewhere between misery and mouth-of-Hell.
I wash my hair a lot. I can't bear for my hair to be all sweaty so I wash it, dry it and then put it into a long braid. I hate to just braid my fresh, clean hair but if hair touches my bare skin - say on my sweat-slicked arms, I will go berserk. It skeeves me out completely.
And despite it all, things aren't so bad. I don't have to go sit in a hot, stuffy office all day. I can nap when the heat becomes unbearable. And tomorrow is our wedding anniversary - our ninth. My darling husband has promised me lovely gifts that will be delivered tomorrow. And best of all, when it's blistering hot, we'll sit in front of the fan and eat ice cream and remember how lovely our wedding day was and how we'd do it all again if we could.