Lazy Summer Day

Today is supposed to be hot. Ungodly hot. It's supposed to be ungodly hot all week, I think. It's still morning, and it's already 82°. Thank goodness my husband puts in the old window air conditioners year after year. I'm not exaggerating when I say I'd be reduced to a twitching lump of sweat without them.

It's not a "dry heat" that we have here. It's loaded with humidity, which makes it feel even hotter. Though I've been to Vegas and Palm Springs in the summer. Hot is still hot to me. The only difference is that my hair didn't flatten from dampness is the air. Hey, it was the early 90's. Hairspray and hot rollers were still in my stable of getting-ready-ness.

We lived in Chicago where the temperature rose above the century mark nearly every year. Compared to THAT, I think we have very nice summers. We've never had an official 100° day here. Chicago never cooled off at night, either. I'd leave the building after work around 7:00, and it would still be 98° with 80% humidity. It was like walking into a wall that took your breath away.

Having MS, I already feel like I'm walking through quicksand with weights strapped to my extremities on any given day. Add heat to that, and it feels more like trying to walk through solid concrete. With the weights still strapped to my extremities. It might sound like I'm complaining, and I'm sorry; I'm not trying to complain, I'm attempting to explain what extra heat does to me.

Thankfully, I don't have much on the agenda outside the house today. I have to get the photos I ordered to put in my son's care package, then take the package to the post office. My son is at camp until Friday, so I want to give the post office more than enough time to deliver the package, I cut it pretty close while my daughter was at camp, but the post office came through and delivered it before she came home.

I'd better get going. My one-hour photos will be ready about 90 minutes from now.