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.

Comments

[peacockharpy.livejournal.com]

Here in Florida, the heat and humidity are a tag team that wait for you to step outside, then grab you, drag you around the corner, rough you up, and follow you around all day, shoving you at odd moments just to prove they can.

(Side note: It is rare indeed to find an unairconditioned house in Florida these days. My mother-in-law's house is one of these. Visiting her between April and November is like taking a holiday in the Devil's summer cottage. I feel for you; sometimes, listlessness really is the only option.)