Sweltering heat has been the order of the day -- for the past three days and nights. But I have no complaints. I work all day in freezer like temps; drive home in my air conditioned car; and save the 10 metres walk from the car to the house, spend the rest of the night in an air conditioned house. Ironic, huh?
We basically spend 9 months of the year in cool to frigid temperatures, during which fantasies of sweat and swelter dance in our heads. When fair weather finally makes camp, I like to go with it, appreciate it.
Okay, noble as that intention is, I do have one small gripe. Sleeping is near to impossible with a steaming ball of fur sprawled on my body as the air conditioner chokes on its long journey to our bedroom. I lie on my back, melting into my mattress (or is that a night sweat?), a sheet within arms length for security, nearly drowning in the puddle with the ceiling fan creaking at a pitch that rivals a bad violin. And I can't figure out why we aren't fricken bony twigs; goodness knows we must sweat off our reserves in this heat.
Other than that, I am peachy keen. We are in the dog days of summer and I like both (dogs and summer). I plan on clinging to the second half cause before we know it - Kidlet will be gone, I will conduct a post leaving cleaning spree and then that will be it. * wahhhh *.
Time for bed ... time to sweat.