The Heat

I know I'm supposed to enjoy the summer sunshine and heat, but I really prefer cooler temps. Even the bitter cold of winter inspires me more.

I wilt in the heat, sweating over my morning coffee and evening tea.

Exercise has been a challenge this week. I continue my dog walks but search for any shade I can find. I'm attending exercise classes but slowing my pace, moving somewhere between low and high impact while I drip. The glass doors on the workout joint seem to perspire too, letting in too much sun for the air conditioner to work.

To save energy costs, they're even turning off the air all weekend at school, so my office rarely reaches acceptable temperatures. The windows keep me from feeling claustrophobic, but they bring in the heat, too. To cool off, I spend time in the main inner office, away from windows and sun. I'm also drinking way too much Diet Mountain Dew.

So, I'm whining away when I should be smiling at the sun. My garden looks lovely in its light, and the colorful birds cheer me from beyond my picture window. I'll blame it on my age and get back to work.