It’s hot, people.
With two t’s.
I don’t mind sweating in the course of a workout, but this heat is getting in the way of my leather jacket and boots and it’s upsetting.
In the next few weeks, I’ll be heading to Orlando, a city which is known for spontaneous combustion (at least, that’s what I hear).
I’m really a sweater/ bonfire/ hot drink sort-of person and, as that sort-of person, I’m feeling a titch out of sorts.
Here are a few thing that are getting me through the dog days.
1) I like Thursdays. There’s just something so relaxed about Thursdays. Thursdays are the aviator sunglasses in the weekly wardrobe.
Thursdays are what Tuesdays could be, if Tuesday would just chill the heck out.
In “Happy Days” characters, Thursday is the Fonz.
No one says “hump day” and no one says “TGIF”… Thursdays can just be Thursdays, with no pressure and no expectations.
2) I’m realizing that, as I age (deteriorate… gather dust…), the more I appreciate the calming effects of tea. I know I’ve said it before, but when it’s hot outside and someone consistently gets in your face and tries to make you laugh, the only thing that keeps that stupid looking, dead eyed smile on your tea is the deliciously soothing cup of Loki tea in front of you.
Tea is that beverage that constantly whispers, “Don’t hit or yell.”
Tea helps you mask your inner Grumpy Cat with a layer of tanin-laced serenity.
Tea fools you into thinking that you’re in a mossy, slightly damp garden a blanket, with no bugs and an endless supply of thick books.
3) I have coped with the relentlessly sweaty onslaught by leaving calm.com open in my browser, and watching the rain drip off the leaves. Paired with rainymood.com, I can immerse myself in a deliciously cool sensory experience that keeps me from gouging out my own eyes in heated despair. If I turn on my space heater at work (no, wait, hear me out), I can almost fool myself into believing that the incessant brightness of the outdoors is just a prolonged flash of lightning during one of those delightful fall thunderstorms (that speak life and peace to my dry, hot husk of a soul).
I can’t take this. Someone should do something. Someone should come up with a plan to knock the sun just slightly askew. You know, just give the world a break for awhile.