Let me set the scene: it it summer, today the temperature is 32, feels like 36. But it doesn’t feel like 36, it feels like I am on the surface of the sun and 5 seconds of being outside I have visible sweat on my face. My tiny air conditioner is running its little heart away trying to keep this girl from dying. Obviously I exaggerate a bit, but it is extremely hot. And unfortunately if you are someone around me you’ll be lucky enough to hear me complain about the weather from one extreme to the other as if I don’t expect it each year over.
At first the heat is welcomed to usher away the cold and allow us to do fun things like the beach and tan.
Getting sand in your trousers gets old quick and so does the heat, because unfortunately “the heat” isn’t a legitimate reason to not go to work.
So life carries despite your dread for the sun and sweat.
You never thought it could get hotter, and then a heat wave hits and you want to move North. (I never thought I would say that)
The forecast says rain so you assume it will cool down, but no! The rain boils and creates hell on Earth the following day.
Bad-hair days begin to just be “hair days” as the heat continues.
You begin to wish it was winter again. Or at least fall. But unfortunately, it’s only July and you are out of patience and SPF.
You can find me huddled inside, between my fan and my A/C unit patiently waiting for overcast and leggings to come back.