Heat and humidity

[pegkerr]

The humid air drapes over my shoulders with a tangible weight, soft and wet and heavy. I feel listless and cranky. Delia is leaning on my chair, her little nose sweaty. My office is the hottest room in the house, and I am tired of the heat's oppression, the difficulty breathing, the clammy and uncomfortable feeling. There is a pollution alert in the Cities today; it has been going on for several days. There is no sign that the heat will break soon.

I do not want to cook dinner. I do not want to go to karate. I do not want to do anything that I am supposed to do.

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[pegkerr.livejournal.com]

Couldn't draft it tonight; I just spent a fricking hour and a half trying to find a hotel room in San Diego in two weeks that wouldn't cost an arm and a leg.

It'll have to be tomorrow.

I'm probably too crabby to draft it tonight anyway.